It was a bright, clear afternoon in the late fall that pretty Miss Ca… — George Barr McCutcheon

It was a bright, clear afternoon in the late fall that pretty Miss Cable drove up in her trap and waited at the curb for her father to come forth from his office in one of Chicago's tallest buildings.

George Barr McCutcheonNovelist · American

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When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry. — William Shakespeare
Love matches, so called, have illusion for their father and need for their mother. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars. — Victor Hugo
In course of time my first novel appeared. It was a love story. — George Barr McCutcheon
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