" "We'll see that, young hempseed," replied Sharples, shutting the hatch furiously in his face, and locking it. Vorsack looked pale and pink. “Of course, one lives differently in Paris, but then—Paris is Paris. “My husband!” she laughed a little derisively. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. ‘Precisely,’ agreed Gerald.
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