" "I know not how it is," sighed Darrell, "but I feel an unaccountable misgiving at quitting this place. Spurling, squeezing Jack's arm, and pushing him towards the door, "and, don't come here again. ‘Oh, ah. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. I hope that James will not be long with that whisky and Apollinaris. For a few days he was able to relegate his conscience to the background.
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