"Sit down, you double-distilled owl!"
This was the first virile achievement of his young life, and directed
to a worthy end. For it was obvious to the meanest intelligence that
Mr. Keith was considerably drunk. Too surprised to utter a word of
protest, the orator paused in his declamation, beaming blandly at
nobody in particular. Then he remarked, in quite a subdued tone of
voice:
"We are all at the mercy of youth. Mr. Richards! Could you oblige me
with a fairy-tale?"
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