Publisher Description

Mr. Joseph Kilgore was suffering from one of those spring influenzas which make a man feel as if he were his own grandfather. His nose had acquired the shape of a turnip and the complexion of a beet. All his bones ached as if he had been soundly thrashed, and his eyes were weak and watery. Mr. Kilgore's influenza had been coming on for several days, and when he woke up this particular morning and heard the rain dripping on the piazza-roof just under his bedroom-window, he concluded, like a sensible man, that he would stay at home and nurse himself over the fire that day, instead of going to the office.

GENRE
Fiction & Literature
RELEASED
1898
January 1
LANGUAGE
EN
English
LENGTH
25
Pages
PUBLISHER
Public Domain
SIZE
19.2
KB

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