He turned morose and peevish and took to driving the car around fil ed up with simpering young men he'd picked up, until I never have plenty of whis-key. The ruddy fog was looped up like curtains overhead. when I tel Dad and the boys about it they'l see red.
Suddenly he grabbed. What a literary phrase. The one time Gladys had the governess bring her, she bawled so at the look of the scarylooking frame she had to be taken home. The old fel er poured them each a glass of rum; then another.
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