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Winkle's astonishment was too real, and too evident, to escape the observation of Doctor Slammer's friend; he therefore proceeded 'My friend, Doctor Slammer, requested me to add, that he was firmly persuaded you were intoxicated during a portion of the evening, and possibly unconscious of the extent of the insult you were guilty of.
That gentleman started, stared, retreated, rubbed his eyes, stared again, and, finally, shouted, 'Stop, stop! 'What's all this? said Doctor Slammer, as his friend and Mr. Snodgrass came running up; 'that's not the man. 'Not the man! said Doctor Slammer's second. 'Not the man! said Mr. Snodgrass. 'Not the man! said the gentleman with the camp-stool in his hand.
Winkle actually staggered with astonishment as he heard his own costume thus minutely described. Doctor Slammer's friend proceeded: 'From the inquiries I made at the bar, just now, I was convinced that the owner of the coat in question arrived here, with three gentlemen, yesterday afternoon.
"See if you can't get something about basket ball," he had ordered, and Jimmy dashed out of the office, the railroad ticket contributed by Wellington in one pocket and Miss Slammer's note in the other. Miss Slammer's nature was a casual one. Life had been so hard with her that she had long since grown callous under the blows of fate and grimly indifferent to other people's feelings.
"What a wonderful chance to answer Miss Slammer's article," Molly thought. "It's just what we would have wanted and never dreamed of getting. It's so kind of you," she said aloud. "I would be proud to do it for nothing if the paper doesn't want to pay " "Oh, it'll pay you all right if it takes the story. You may get anywhere from ten to thirty-five dollars for it."
It was glorious to have been the means of refuting Miss Beatrice Slammer's criticisms, and she could not help feeling very proud as she hurried down the avenue to the infirmary, one of the papers tucked under her arm, devoutly hoping that Alice Fern had gone home by now.
Winkle seized the wicker bottle which his friend proffered, and took a lengthened pull at the exhilarating liquid. 'My friend, Sir, Mr. Snodgrass, said Mr. Winkle, as the officer approached. Doctor Slammer's friend bowed, and produced a case similar to that which Mr. Snodgrass carried.
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