on an dinner interruption
Another young man, this time without spectacles, charged breezily into the the table, rocking it to its foundations. 'Frightfully sorry,' he said. ' There's an awful storm going on out here. Heaven help the poor sailors.' He paused to scoop up a portion of chicken salad, and went out of their lives for ever. [big money]
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