When he recovers he will be you.

And this letter is my forgiveness." Berkley received it when he was not particularly sober; and lighting the end of it at a candle let it burn until the last ashes scorched his fingers.
"Burgess," he said, "did you ever notice how hard it is for the frailer things to die?
Those wild doves we used to shoot in Georgia--by God! it took quail shot to kill them clean." "Yes, sir ?" "Exactly.

Then, that being the case, you may give me a particularly vigorous shampoo.

Because, Burgess, I woo my volatile goddess to-night--the Goddess Chance, Burgess, whose wanton and naughty eyes never miss the fall of a card.

And I desire that all my senses work like lightning, Burgess, because it is a fast company and a faster game, and that's why I want an unusually muscular shampoo!" "Yes, sir.