“I can sing the songs ‘Alcide’ sang, and in the same style. Now it is—’ ‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’ demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. “Oh, damn!” he said. The girl was in the game now, and that narrowed the circle. He was still flashily dressed, with much obvious jewellery and the shiniest of patent boots, but his general bearing and appearance had altered for the worse. I am very, very sorry, but you must listen to me. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee.
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