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A pause. "If you'll be good enough to help yourself to the syrup." "No; you do it," Josie pleaded. "Certainly." He lifted the whiskey-glass and the jar and began to pour. "If you'll just say when." "What? Oh, that's enough, thank you."
So this was the way his John Brown had come home to roost. He lifted the empty whiskey-glass to his lips and drained air. He was terribly thirsty; he needed something to pull himself together. Five years of dissipation had not robbed him of his splendid native ability, but it had, as it were, broken the continuity of his will and the sequence of his intellect.
So this was the way his John Brown had come home to roost. He lifted the empty whiskey-glass to his lips and drained air. He was terribly thirsty; he needed something to pull himself together. Five years of dissipation had not robbed him of his splendid native ability, but it had, as it were, broken the continuity of his will and the sequence of his intellect.
But it struck Packard that the bartender did not appear happy; his face was flushed and hot, his eyes looked troubled. Now and then he flashed a quick look at Blenham who stood leaning against the bar at the far end, twisting an empty whiskey-glass slowly in his big hand, staring frowningly at nothing. "Hodges is a fool and he has just been told so!" was Steve's answer to the situation.
He could not help thinking of it when the day's work was over, and he had to keep filling up his evening whiskey-glass again and again to drown disagreeable thoughts. The whiskey answered this purpose, but it made him late in the morning: it complicated business on market days, not to the benefit of the farm, and it put him at a disadvantage in dealing with the drunken cowherd.
The man placed a bottle, a whiskey-glass, and a glass of ice-thick water upon the bar. The Swede poured himself an abnormal portion of whiskey and drank it in three gulps. "Pretty bad night," remarked the bartender, indifferently.
A game to be won more often than not through the sheer force of massed money that squeezes the life out of the under dog but to be lost when the moneyed fool, curse him, runs up against a team like Blenham and me!" "Blenham and you?" she repeated. "You and Blenham? You mean to tell me that you are chipping in with him?" Blenham turned his whiskey-glass slowly in his great thick fingers.
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