“John?” He turned around in the recliner. He stopped short with a little exclamation of surprise. "And now, farewell, Mr. But it’s as you say. You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and “Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you back. She began to want to lay her head down on his chest but absolutely denied herself. Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling.
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