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Text for Page 085 [07-07-1860]

       F. Wood has �gathered of the ripest.�
row�s �Courier,� but was funnily baffled.   As,
disappointed, he turned his head, George Arnold,
with scarcely room to do it, put his thumb to his
nose and gyrated his fingers.       It was very lu-
dicrous.     Gayler and another man were there;
they came in after me.          The triumvirate
trooped off, and so did I, up-townwards.
  Walt Whitman, Winter, Mullen, a friend
of Wilkins and others were present at Pfaffs
on the night of the row, besides the persons I 
have mentioned.     Frank Wood didn�t happen
to be there.      Which promising young man, in
company with George Arnold, is suffering from
commerce with the Doll Tearsheets which the
whole fraternity of Bohemians habitually fre-
quent.      I am familiar with the names of half
a dozen of these women, mostly colored pros-
titutes, from their frequent mention, by Shep-
herd.   I hear of Winter and Mullen being
�drunk round at 30,� night after night,
with no end of edifying details, such as John-
son may have heard of and witnessed in company
with wild, worthless Dick Savage, a hundred
years ago.                    Apropos of George Arnold,
when he was rusticating at the Phalanx last
summer, he made love to the girl Giles has since
married �as he does to every girl he gets a chance               
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