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1842–1914

REJECTED

Ambrose Bierce

When Dr. Charles O'Donnell died They sank a box with him inside. The plate with his initials three Was simply graven — “C. O. D.”

That night two demons of the Pit Adown the coal-hole shunted it. Ten million million leagues it fell, Alighting at the gate of Hell.

Nick looked upon it with surprise, A night-storm darkening his eyes. “They've sent this rubbish, C. O. D.— I'll never pay a cent!” said he.

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