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Two Men and Two Women

There’s a pretty creature for you.”

“You think so?”

Myself and my wife, “ego et rex meus”—I put myself first because speech number one is of my making. Speech number two, Fanny’s, properly a statement of fact, became a question from a certain rising inflection of the voice, likewise of the eyebrows.

It was at No. 8 Endicott Place—a private boarding-house distinguished from others of its class by being situated within a stone’s throw of the State House, within two rods of Beacon Street, and by being the temporary abode of Israel P. Gorch and his wife Frances. (P. for Putnam, and although it is a matter entirely personal to myself, perhaps it may be permitted me to state that it is a custom in our family to christen every eldest child Israel Putnam. My twin sister Isa and myself constitute a dual example of this filial practice, the reason whereof is apparent from the fact that the Gorches, in common with a thousand other people, are descended by ordinary generations from the hero who dragged the wolf from his cave, and who cantered down the stone stairs at—— Really I forget where. The Heights of Abraham we’ll say by way of rounding the sentence. And as, according to the catechism, all of us sons of Adam, six thousand years ago, “sinned in him, and fell with him in the first… Read More