To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. I’ll try to stay as long as I can. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. You're a queer lad. I wish very much that you had written before leaving Paris.
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