I did not push the lecture in front of me, nor did I drag it behind. I
got the chancery twist on it and carried it off big, as I do about one
time in ten. I finished in a whirlwind of applause, with the bishop
crying "Bravo!" and the fat lady with the fifty-dollar feather fan
beaming approbation.
Fass stood in the wings to congratulate me.
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I shook hands with a hundred. The house slowly emptied. I bade the
genial Fass good-by. He took my hand in both of his. "You will come
back! You must come back!" he said.
He walked with me, bareheaded, to my carriage.
He again pressed my hand.