He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. You wanted to play a lone hand. It was the first day you kissed me, under the willows, coming into Veraz. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. The smell assaulted them even before they entered the restaurant, greasy and savory. Smith, now, being more than half-seas over, became very uproarious, and, claiming the attention of the table, volunteered the following DRINKING SONG.
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