No assurances are as convincing as the evidence of one's own eyes. He doesn't care much for me, but I can't believe he harbors enough animosity to go to all that trouble. You are correct. I've no recollection whatever of how I got there.
They were a good deal together, and it waswhen Harte was made editor of the Californian that Mark Twain was put onthe weekly staff at the then unexampled twelve-dollar rate. Apparently he had had sense enough (or success enough elsewhere) to avoid such dens. Bertha would not have made the distinction, and although I do not share the ancient Egyptian belief that the soul lingers near the mortal remains, I preferred not to take the chance. You don't believe anything that child says, I hope.
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