There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. I have hurt and snubbed poor Teddy. Without preamble, in a voice of extreme exasperation, he demanded, ‘Now what the devil’s to do? What in God’s name do you mean by sending Gerald such a ridiculous letter? Never read anything half as crazy. Or run me through. As far as I recollect, there were two. All the rest is humbug and delicacy. This was rather too much to expect; for we all know, if Mr. Wood, in a whisper, as he filled a rummer to the brim, not to forget the health of the Chevalier de Saint George—a proposition to which the lady immediately responded by drinking the toast aloud.
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