"Vot are you?" "Practising patience," growled Abraham. Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or conversation, never lost a friend. Though he walked by the side of the governor, he seldom exchanged a word with him, but appeared wholly absorbed in the contemplations inspired by a broadbowled Dutch pipe. The woman I wanted was another man's wife. Spurlock grew cold.
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