They live
like animals. I shall be sick in a minute, old man."
"Like animals. Good Lord! You've hit the nail on the head this time.
How true that is. Like animals. Like animals. Like animals."
"I know what we want. We want fresh air. No more Parker's poison for
me. Let's take a stroll."
"I would if I could. But I can't get off this chair, damn it. I shall
fall down if I move an inch. I can hardly turn my head round, as it is.
Awfully sorry. You don't mind, do you?"
"Gad! That's awkward. Couldn't we take your chair along with us,
somehow? I'm going to be sick, I tell you, this very minute."
"Not here, not here! Third on the left. But surely, my dear fellow, you
can put it off a little longer? Can't you be reasonable, for once in
your life? Just for once in your life? Do listen to what those
inebriated lunatics are saying on the balcony. . . ."
"What did you do to that skunk, Charlie?"
"Not if I know it, young man. I promised my mother I'd never tell.
Another day, perhaps, when I've got a little whiskey inside me.
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