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Tom, you're mighty cute so cute you'll land us both behind bars some day but you can't guess who came in on our little family party. Yes oh, yes, you've met him. Well, the old duffer whose watch was ticking inside my waist that very minute! Yes, sir, the same red-faced, big-necked fellow we'd spied getting full at the little station in the country.
The sake is served up in big-necked bottles of cheap porcelain holding about a pint. The bottle is set for a few minutes in boiling water to warm the sake, the Japs preferring to drink it warm. Sake is more like spirits than beer, an honest alcoholic production from rice that soon recommends itself to the European palate, though rather offensive at first.
The same red-faced, big-necked old fellow, husky-voiced with whisky now, just as he was before. He must have been keeping it up steadily ever since the day out in the country when Tom lifted his watch. It'll take more than one lost watch to cure Edward. "I followed you home, Miss Murieson," he said, grabbing me by the hand and pushing the door closed behind him. "Or is it Miss Murieson?
Now she turned to where the men were gathered, and was helped off her horse, and the bonders gave her good welcome. Then said she, "What have ye here? or who is the big-necked one who sits in bonds yonder?" Grettir named himself, and greeted her. She spake again, "What drove thee to this, Grettir," says she, "that thou must needs do riotously among my Thing-men?"
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