“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. Since morning he had become fanatical; the atoms of common sense no longer functioned in the accustomed groove. "All's bowman, my covey. "Where is he, then?" demanded the other, hastily.
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