Week #193 - the worst week
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Flash rule #1: come--along about sundown. He said Jubiter pestered him and aggravated him till he was so mad he just sort of lost his mind and grabbed up a stick and hit him over the head with all his might, and Jubiter dropped in his tracks. Then he was scared and sorry, and got down on his knees and lifted his head up, and begged him to speak and say he wasn\'t dead; and before long he come to, and when he see who it was holding his head, he jumped like he was \'most scared to death, and cleared the fence and tore into the woods, and was gone. So he hoped he wasn\'t hurt bad.

Flash rule #2: the importunities, the indelicacies, of which my desire to possess myself of Jeffrey Aspern\'s papers had rendered me capable I need not shrink from confessing this last indiscretion. I think it was the worst thing I did; yet there were extenuating circumstances. I was deeply though doubtless not disinterestedly anxious for more news of the old lady, and Miss Tita had accepted from me, as it were, a rendezvous which it might have been a point of honor with me to keep. It may be said that her leaving the place dark was a positive sign that she released me, and to this I can only reply that I desired not to be released.

The door of Miss Bordereau\'s room was open and I could see beyond it the

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