"I must go to Chicago, father," said I, one evening, after we had been discussing our domestic relations with more than usual earnestness.
"Why go to Chicago, Philip? What put that idea into your head?" replied my father, with a kind of deprecatory smile.
"Why go to Chicago, Philip? What put that idea into your head?" replied my father, with a kind of deprecatory smile.
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