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"Let me alone," he remonstrated harshly "let me alone, and take your hand off the glass; the doctor has forbidden laudanum, so I will have brandy instead take off your hand and let me drink, I say." Lizzie still kept her hand upon the decanter, and continued gently: "No, no, dear pa you promised me you would only drink two glasses, and you have already taken three it is exceedingly injurious.
Something remained in the glass beside the bottle; he had tumbled off before the end. There were even signs of deliberate preparations for slumber, for the shade was tilted over the electric light by which he had been reading, as a hat is tilted over the eyes. Rachel had a touch of pity at seeing him in a chair for the night; but the testimony of the decanter forbade remorse.
He threw out his biceps for me to feel. It was a ball of iron under my fingers. The man was as strong as an ox. He smiled at my surprise, and, after looking to see that no one was in sight, offered to mix me a highball from a decanter and siphon on a table. I refused. It was his turn to be surprised. "I gave it up when I was in train in the hospital," I corrected myself. "I find I don't miss it."
And always, as at that first breakfast their wedding-breakfast her pale cheeks bloomed again with a subtle colour, the ghost of roses long dead. "Helen, are you thinking of that morning?" "Yes, Georges." "Of our wedding-breakfast here at this same table?" "Yes, Georges." The vicomte set his cup back in the saucer and, trembling, poured a pale, golden liquid from a decanter into two tiny glasses.
'Then I'll do it meself if necessary, said Didlum. 'I'm not proud when there's money to be made; anything for an honest living. 'Well, I think we're all agreed, so far, remarked Sweater. The others signified assent. 'And I think we all deserve a drink, the Chief continued, producing a decanter and a box of cigars from a cupboard by the side of his desk.
He held straight on for the Albany. "Was Sir Ralph Fairfield in?" The question was superfluous, for he had already seen Chief Detective-Inspector Green standing outside apparently much interested in an evening paper. And Green would not have been there unless Sir Ralph were about. Foyle was received coldly by the baronet, and his quick eyes noted a half-empty decanter on the table.
The question being illustrated by the production of a decanter, the cabman's dignity relaxed somewhat. "I ain't bigoted," said he. "Then sit down and mix yourself a glass of grog. Soda or plain water?" "May as well have all the extries," replied the cabman, sitting down and grasping the decanter with the air of a man who means business.
"I was not engaging her." Brett appeared entirely unabashed. "No. Or you might have found she couldn't show quite such a clean bill as her brother," he returned, smiling broadly. By this time they had re-entered Coventry's study. Decanter and syphon, together with a couple of tumblers, had been placed on the table in readiness by a thoughtful servant.
Cellini placed the decanter carefully on a shelf, and I noticed that he chose a particular spot for it, where the rays of the sun could fall perpendicularly upon the vessel containing it. Then turning to me, he replied: "Aqua Tofana, mademoiselle, is a deadly poison, known to the ancients and also to many learned chemists of our day.
"You make more good bargains than bad ones, I'll be bound," I asserted. "Yes," he agreed; "but it isn't so much that. The bad aren't very bad, as a rule; and some of the good are very good. That's where I get my profit." "What was the best bargain you ever made?" I asked. He filled his glass and pushed the decanter toward me. "The best bargain I ever made," he said, "was over a ditty-box."
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