[The Wrong Twin by Harry Leon Wilson]@TWC D-Link bookThe Wrong Twin CHAPTER XIV 11/28
No smeared small boy was required to ink its forms and no surmounting bronze eagle was reported to scream for beer when the last paper was run off.
Even Dave Cowan, drifting in from out of the nowhere--in shoes properly describable as only memories of shoes--said she was a snappy little machine, and applauded his son's easy mastery of it. So the days of Wilbur were busy days, even if he had not settled far enough down to suit either Sam Pickering, Porter Howgill--who did everything, if asked--or the First-Class Garage.
And the blight put upon him by a creature as false as she was beautiful proved not to be enduring.
He was able, indeed, to behold her without a tremor, save of sympathy for one compelled to endure the daily proximity of Lyman Teaford. But the war prolonged itself as only he and Winona had felt it would, and presently it began to be hinted that a great nation, apparently unconcerned with its beginning, might eventually be compelled to a livelier interest in it.
Herman Vielhaber was a publicly exposed barometer of this sentiment.
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