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" Any other man would have finished the bottle. You can trust him ; that's what I feel so much about Jameson. As a tonic for the stomach I believe that there's nothing " " Oh, mamma, mamma ! " said Angela suddenly, " why do we keep on fighting ANY OTHER MAN WOULD HAVE FINISHED THE BOTTLE YOU CAN TRUST HIM THAT'S WHAT I FEEL SO MUCH ABOUT JAMIESON AS A TONIC FOR THE STOMACH I BELIEVE THAT THERE'S NOTHING OH MAMMA MAMMA SAID ANGELA SUDDENLY WHY DO WE KEEP ON FIGHTING
possible to genius. We have the fatal income without the genius, I fancy." " Ah, Mr. Burnage is one of these rather clever young men. I don't understand 'em. But he looks very well in a room. Angela, my dear, I must hunt myself up a little supper. I hadn't any, I dare not eat when I'm feeling nervous. It only means that I wake with a fluttering in my side and feel as if the angel of death had summoned me. I'll just go into the dining-room and see what I can rescue." She returned in a minute with a champagne- bottle — still loyal to the third of its contents — and a plate and small tumbler. On the plate was a cold cutlet in aspic, and a silver fork ; on the portion of the plate which still remained untenanted were two chocolate eclairs. She was careful to keep the aspic clear of the eclairs until their turn came ; she ate rather greedily. Angela looked genuinely distressed. THE OCTAVE OF CLAUDIUS. 7 " Honesty is a poor word for Jameson," Mrs. Wyclierley remarked as she filled her glass. ONJECTURE AND SUBSEQUENT POLITENESS THAT ALL THINGS WERE POSSIBLE TO GENIUS WE HAVE THE FATAL INCOME WITHOUT THE GENIUS I FANCY AH MISTER BURNAGE IS ONE OF THOSE RATHER CLEVER YOUNG MEN I DON'T UNDERSTAND HIM BUT HE LOOKS VERY WELL IN A ROOM ANGELA MY DEAR I MUST HUNT MYSELF UP A LITTLE SUPPER I HADN'T ANY I DARE NOT EAT WHEN I'M FEELING NERVOUS IT ONLY MEANS THAT I AWAKE WITH A FLUTTERING IN MY SIDE AND FEEL AS IF THE ANGEL OF DEATH HAD SUMMONED ME I'LL JUST GO INTO THE DINING ROOM AND SEE WHAT I CAN RESCUE SHE RETURNED IN A MINUTE WITH A CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE STILL LOYAL TO THE THIRD OF ITS CONTENTS AND A PLATE AND A SMALL TUMBLER ON THE PLATE WAS A COLD CUTLET IN ASPUS AND A SILVER FORK ON THE PORTION OF THE PLATE WHICH STILL REMAINED UNTENANTED WERE TWO CHOCOLATE ECLAIRS SHE WAS CAREFUL TO KEEP THE ASPUS CLEAR OF THE ECLAIRS UNTIL THEIR TURN CAME SHE ATE RATHER GREEDILY ANGE LOOKED GENIUSALLY DISTRESSED HONESTY IS A POOR WORD FOR JAMIESON MISSUS WITCHERY REMARKED AS SHE FILLED HER GLASS
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