He was perhaps forty-five years of age. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. "My friends, Mr. " But the caution came too late. " He offered cigars, and Ruth got up. “Get me some brandy and my bag. You have to come over to my house. He probably imagines himself to be a thousand times worse off than he actually is. I would have twice the problems that I have currently. From there I plan to travel until I reach Columbia—but any lawless country will do.
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