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Jack London · Modernismo
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"MY DEAR CAPTAIN BECUCCI:
"I regret exceedingly to hear that by act of God, at half past three
this afternoon, you lost the key to your cubicle. Please have the boy
bring the skins at seven o'clock to-morrow morning, at which time,
when he brings the skins, I shall be glad to make you that tangible
return for your 'Tranquil Hour Waltz.'
"Sincerely yours,
"JACK LONDON."
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