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James Crawley’s Pipe Is Put Out

           Well,sir,Icouldn’tfinishhim,butBobhadhiscoatoffatoncehestooduptotheBanburymanforthreeminutes,andpolishedhimoffinfourroundseasy.Gad,howhediddrop,sir,andwhatwasit?Blood,sir,allblood."

           "Youdon’tdrink,James,"theex-attachecontinued."InmytimeatOxford,themenpassedroundthebottlealittlequickerthanyouyoungfellowsseemtodo."

           "Come,come,"saidJames,puttinghishandtohisnoseandwinkingathiscousinwithapairofvinouseyes,"nojokes,oldboy;notryingitononme.Youwanttotrotmeout,butit’snogo.Invinoveritas,oldboy.Mars,Bacchus,Apollovirorum,hey?Iwishmyauntwouldsenddownsomeofthistothegovernor;it’sapreciousgoodtap."

           "Youhadbetteraskher,"Machiavelcontinued,"ormakethebestofyourtimenow.Whatsaysthebard?‘Nuncvinopellitecuras,Crasingensiterabimusaequor,’"andtheBacchanalian,quotingtheabovewithaHouseofCommonsair,tossedoffnearlyathimblefulofwinewithanimmenseflourishofhisglass.

           AttheRectory,whenthebottleofportwinewasopenedafterdinner,theyoungladieshadeachaglassfromabottleofcurrantwine.Mrs.

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