The Supper at Mr. ” “Never for a second. “Come in. This is a joke of yours. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. “I do not know. It's gin—a liquor you used to like.
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