Well, kill me. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. “I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had— tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz. It's gin—a liquor you used to like. “You have them both,” Anna answered.
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