. The Saturday evening post. that Iwas still in the house. He had heard nopistol shot, nor had he seen the Russiansgo out again. I had a queer sense of gladness that theyhad killed him before Vera Ivanova toldhim about the Cossack. At least he had :died in the belief that she was faithful inher love of him. In a way she was faithful,for I am sure she still loved this man whomshe had called once My poor comrade,my boy lover! Some fear had made herpromise herself to Golitzin. I did not go to her wedding with him,which I am told was a ceremony of somesplendor in the Pera Palace Hotel. THE SATURDA
. The Saturday evening post. that Iwas still in the house. He had heard nopistol shot, nor had he seen the Russiansgo out again. I had a queer sense of gladness that theyhad killed him before Vera Ivanova toldhim about the Cossack. At least he had :died in the belief that she was faithful inher love of him. In a way she was faithful,for I am sure she still loved this man whomshe had called once My poor comrade,my boy lover! Some fear had made herpromise herself to Golitzin. I did not go to her wedding with him,which I am told was a ceremony of somesplendor in the Pera Palace Hotel. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 163 To shorten irksome tasks, to turnwork hours to periods of repose, toserve the American home quietly,unobtrusively, and unfalteringly isthe sole duty of Domestic motors. How completely they have fulfilledtheir purpose, and how definitelythey have established the soundnessof the policies which govern theproduction of Domestic motors canplainly be seen in the uninterruptedexpansion of the Domestic
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