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PART ONE THURSDAY

CHAPTER I

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CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

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CHAPTER IV

PART TWO FRIDAY

CHAPTER V

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St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings,

Drags that man round, by her a-pron stri-ings.

Now if it wasn’t for that woman

And her store-bought hair

The one I love ...

Wouldn’t be gone ... so ... far ... from ... here ...

I’ve got the St. Louis blues

Just as blue as a gal can be,

Now that man’s got a heart

Like a rock cast down in-to the sea

Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me ...

Feeling to-morrow ... li-ike Ah feel to-day

Ah’ll pack my trunk, an’ make mah get-a-way

Feeling to-morrow ... li-ike Ah feel to-day.

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CHAPTER VI

‘ “Gently she tombs the poor dim last time

Strews pinkish dust above

And sighs, ‘The dear dead girlish pastime!

But this ... ah, God! ... is ...” ’

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

‘ “I’ll keep a little tavern

Below the grey-eyed crest

Wherein all high hill’s people

May sit them down and rest.

There shall be plates a-plenty

And mugs to melt the chill

Of all the grey-eyed people

Who happen up the hill.

There sound will sleep the traveller

And dream his journey’s end,

But I will rouse at midnight

The falling fire to tend.

Aye, ‘tis a curious fancy—

But all the good I know

Was taught me out of two grey eyes

A long time ago.” ’

PART THREE SATURDAY

CHAPTER IX

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CHAPTER X

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CHAPTER III

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‘ “You do look, my son, in a moved sort,

As if you were dismayed; be cheerful, sir.

Our revels now are ended; these our actors

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

Are melted into air, into thin air;

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made on, and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep.” ’