For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. “John,” she said, “I am afraid that I am going to make you unhappy. "Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner cupboard.
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