Try as I would I could not rid myself of the Bore. He was not to be dismissed by anything I did. "I must go uptown," I said; but he merely replied, "Very well, I'll go with you." I invented several chores but he stuck like a leech. Finally I hesitated in front of a private dwelling I had never seen before and said to the Bore, "I @3must@1 stop here to see an old friend. Good-by. I ran up the steps and rang the bell. The door was opened by a servant. "Is Mrs. Robinson in?" I inquired. "Certainly, sir," he replied. "Step this way." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE EPICOENE; OR, THE SILENT WOMAN: FREEDOM IN DRESS by BEN JONSON ANIMAL TRANQUILITY AND DECAY; A SKETCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BEAUTIFUL THINGS by ELLEN P. ALLERTON |