The canine ran across the room to the open window, put his front paws on the sill and pointed his nose at the sidewalk below.
A Chinaman had a toothache, and phoned a dentist for an appointment. Doctor: Two-thirty all right? Chinaman: Yes, tooth hurtee, all light. What time I come?
Two-thirty all right?
Yes, tooth hurtee, all light. What time I come?
She turned towards the door, leaving Mr Sweetley face to face with that bustle, more quiversome than ever.
I mentioned already in this chapter that you need to cut your losses before they drag you down. No matter how much it hurts and no matter how much you believe that you are right, you need to close out a losing position and move on.
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