“Oh, dammit!” he remarked, “dammit!” with great bitterness as he faced it. "The poor young man!" sighed Angelina. "Lord, if I can only remember to write it exactly as you told it!" He jumped to his feet. ’ Melusine stifled a giggle. Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for good liquor and good living. She admired his backside as he fetched a blue towel from his bathroom. ’ ‘Grossly unfair, too.
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