“H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage. “A glass slipped from the table,” he explained. But I must, they say, and try to make me with the punishments. They were at the corner of Pall Mall now, and had come to a standstill. “With me I believe that it is more. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion.
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