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Coffee was served in the living room, and through the fragrant smoke of Pennington's fifty-cent perfectos a sprightly three-cornered conversation continued for an hour.
Why did n't you say so when you came in? Of course I 've been looking for you all day. May I offer you a cigar?" He dragged a box of domestic perfectos from a drawer of the table and struck a match to light one for Fairchild. He hastily summoned an ash tray from the little room which adjoined the main, more barren office.
These cigars were cheap, but Harrigan had a novel way of adding to their strength if not to their aroma. He possessed a meerschaum cigar-holder, in which he had smoked perfectos for some years. The smoke of an ordinary cigar became that of a regalia by the time it passed through the nicotine-soaked clay into the amber mouthpiece. He had kept secret the result of this trifling scientific research.
"I'll have to admit it. The blood really belonged to 'Rast Little. Boys, the seegars are on me." "No, they're on me," exclaimed Tom Reddon, producing a box of Perfectos. "But, Miss Banks, you are wanted in Chicago," insisted Anderson. Reddon interrupted him. "Right you are, my dear Sherlock, and I'm going to take her there as soon as I can. It's what I came East for."
The soiled shirt he had thrown off lay on the couch, a sleeve dragging on the floor. On the mantelpiece, which he had at first consecrated as a shrine for the photographs of Edith and the children, and flanked by two silver candlesticks like an altar, there had intruded an open box of perfectos, an ash-tray that still held the butt-end of a cigar, and an empty tumbler smelling of whisky.
Fritz Braun sedately finished his cosy dinner, he saw strange golden gleams in the blue, wreathing smoke mists of his Perfectos. "Two hundred thousand; that would be a stake. And July, too; this lawyer fellow gone. What a chance! There must be no mistake now! He must lead himself on, now. One prick of the hidden hook and this fat trout would be off forever I must see Irma and coach her.
You needn't be so suspicious of those perfectos; they won't bite you." "The last one you gave me did precisely that." "Must have been one of my cooking cigars. I keep two kinds, one for callers and one for friends." "Then if this is a Flor de Friendship I'll accept," Blake said with a laugh. "I see Mr. Dreux didn't change his mind and decide to join us."
“Have a cigar,” the great man continued, full of sweetness, pushing a large and fragrant box of perfectos across the desk. “I will outline the situation to you briefly, as I see it.” Nothing could have seemed more frank and friendly than his manner.
"Why, the very best these imported perfectos, you know are worth six dollars a box of fifty. Perhaps for election purposes something a little cheaper " "Oh, no; the best is none too good for the friends of Mr. Forbes, you know. And fifty why fifty will scarcely go around. I'll pay for a hundred, Mr. Latham, and you'll see they go to the right persons." "Of course; of course, miss.
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