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He flung his right hand back on
the table, scattering cigarette ashes, jerked back his head with
the irritated patience of a nervous martyr, then waved both
hands about spasmodically, while he snarled, with his cheaply
handsome smooth face more flushed than usual:
"Sure! You can just bet your bottom dollar I let him see from
the way I looked at him that I wasn't going to stand for no more
monkey business. You bet I did!... I'll fix him, I will.
You just _watch_ me. (Hey, Drubel, got any lemon merang? Bring me
a hunk, will yuh?) Why, Wrenn, that cross-eyed double-jointed
fat old slob, I'll slam him in the slats so hard some day--I
will, you just watch my smoke. If it wasn't for that messy wife
of mine--I ought to desert her, and I will some day, and--"
"Yuh." Mr. Wrenn was curt for a second.... "I know how it is, Charley.
But you'll get over it, honest you will. Say, I've got some news.
Some land that my dad left me has sold for nearly a thousand plunks.
By the way, this lunch is on me. Let me pay for it, Charley.


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