He can't play cards, either, when he's sober. “Go from me, husband!” With a flourish he brought her arms behind her and her body was slammed to the floor. “Your coffee’s too good to refuse. If only one might open the shutters and let in the light. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. What do you think, Annabel?” “I don’t think they would,” she admitted. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over.
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