” “I wish you good luck,” she answered. The Widgett mental furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised, fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. She could tell it was new territory for him and he might lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of drink. Now, no more questions, or I shall be forced to leave the room. . ” He groaned.
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