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Bottles and glasses usurped the place of dishes and plates. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat. “I believe,” he said, “that you mean me to be Prime Minister. A disconcerting gray eye that had a mystifying depth. They’re just all men, and no one is safe from scandal. He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed.
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