And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. ‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. “He broke up with Katy Pfister last night on the phone, from what I hear. At the door to the kitchen, he called out, ‘Pottiswick!’ The old man came out, shoving his chin in the air and glaring. Amongst other things, he had just brought down an old laced bavaroy, a species of surtout much worn at the period.
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