“Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. Kneebone, on his return from Manchester. I am five-and-thirty, and I have knocked about in the world and tasted the quality of life.
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