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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"Mr. Bingle"

It takes ten
days or so for a case to develop and I saw Napoleon only two days ago.
Come in, won't you? I can't stand here in the--"
"No, thank you," exploded Mr. Force. "I've never had the infernal
thing, and it's usually fatal in adults. I wouldn't expose myself to
it for a million dollars. Shut the door, Diggs, confound you! Do you
want to have the microbes blowing out here into my very face? Get back
in the car, dear! Lord, what a nice mess it is. Hang it all, Bingle,
didn't I tell you in so many words not to let Kathleen play around
with all those little--"
"Kathleen hasn't got it--yet," said Mr. Bingle hotly. "Only two of 'em
have shown--"
"We cannot consider taking her away with us now," said Mrs. Force,
with decision. "You can't expect us to expose ourselves to--"
"No, you can't, Bingle," broke in Mr. Force. "It's not to be thought
of. She's got to stay here until--until the thing's over."
"That is to say, until she gets well or dies," said Mr. Bingle,
raising his voice.
"Oh, I'll send out a good doctor and a couple of nurses.


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