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With that cool indifference and want of surprise which are found exemplified so highly in the average Harvard Senior, my friend merely took one of my cigars, and queried, "For greens...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: HOW WE WENT TO EUROPE. | 6/19/1874 | See Source »

...Germany one can, at least, get good cigars," replied Tom; and his arrow was barbed, for he was smoking one of a hundred cigars that I had recently purchased of a soi-disant smuggler, who had appeared mysteriously in my room with a thousand, concealed, with peculiar caution, in a bandbox...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: HOW WE WENT TO EUROPE. | 6/19/1874 | See Source »

...tone, as if from envy. Coming from the South, I had invited but a very moderate number of friends, and, at a comparatively early hour of the evening, I was alone. Stretched upon a lounge in my room, which is in the southwest corner of Hollis, I was enjoying one of Tom's best cigars, when I heard his voice beneath my window. I jumped up, thinking he had called me: but saw that he was merely enjoying a promenade with a certain Miss Margie Gray, whom I had met at his home...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: HOW WE WENT TO EUROPE. | 6/19/1874 | See Source »

This Miss Gray was one of those soft, kitten like girls who have address enough for a whole court of diplomacy, but whom you never see without wishing to shield them from the heartlessness of a scheming world. They had been playmates from childhood. Tom had been her chosen champion against the attacks of "that horrid Symperson boy," in return for which she allowed him to draw her home on his sled; she had listened admiringly when Tom had related what he would do "when he was in college"; together they had wept over the woes of the unfortunate Laurie...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: HOW WE WENT TO EUROPE. | 6/19/1874 | See Source »

...this point the fair Gray had an unusually pleasant smile. One could not see her pretty face and trusting eyes without wishing to stroke her softly, as she lovingly replied: "O my dear Tom, I so wanted to tell you, now I hope we shall see you often? You know, I am engaged to Willie Symperson, and he lives only next door to you. It will be so pleasant to be such near neighbors, won't it? It is only from to-day, but we thought it best to have it out immediately...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: HOW WE WENT TO EUROPE. | 6/19/1874 | See Source »