. I don't threaten idly, as you know. David left this afternoon. Anybody in pain had only to call to him. What could I do at home? The other’s a crumple-up—just surrender. He was wearing a new silk hat, with a slightly more generous brim than its predecessor, and it suited his type of face, robbed his dark eyes a little of their aggressiveness and gave him a solid and dignified and benevolent air. He just wants to get laid. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy.
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