JOONAMOZM os (3) 
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But the blessedness of giving I felt 
must be mine, so I bribed the porter 
to take as many sweet peas as he could 
carry and present them to the sick lady 
in the next car, and on no account to 
tell where he got them. I did not want 
the thanks, neither did I want the sweet 
peas, but I was illogical enough to 
hope that the Recording Angel would 
be busy and accept the act at its face 
value asa ‘deed of kindness.” 
It must have been a slack day with 
the angel, for this is a brief but accu- 
rate account of what followed, and I 
am willing to leave it to any human, 
whether my punishment was not out of 
all proportion to the offense committed : 
One hour later. Train stops for ten 
minutes. I got out for fresh air and 
promenade on platform. Behold, the 
first object that meets my gaze is the 
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