The members ofthe Buffalo press gave him a dinner that evening, and after the manner ofnewspaper men the world over, were handsomely cordial to the new enemyin their midst. Where is everyone? he asked. Samuel Clemens was still in the classroom. Right now.
Hewas mistaken in this, for Clemens had not read Bulwer--never could readhim at any length. Even in '74 he hadreceived a much higher rate than that offered by the Atlantic,--but noacceptance, then, or later, ever made him happier, or seemed more richlyrewarded. The others drew their feet up with exclamations of alarm, and Daoud, who had been preoccupied with sail and tiller, let out a loud cry. I do hope you won't get in trouble for this, I said.
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