"It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. He’s out in Phoenix last I heard. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. All right, I’m coming. ” He plunged into one of his drawers, and brought up a small gold-foiled bottle.
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