NOT THE RIGHT MAN.
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Chapter II.
Two Weeks Later.
HE took a long time to get seated.
Then he said: "George, pass down that port wine."
There was something quite strange in his manner
And his cheeks to the red did incline.
Then he said: "George, pass down that port wine."
There was something quite strange in his manner
And his cheeks to the red did incline.
"Good wine, George. You know, 't isn't often
One—""The deuce with the wine, and with you!
If you want a drink, Charley, why take it!
But, tell me, how's Belle De la Rue?"
One—""The deuce with the wine, and with you!
If you want a drink, Charley, why take it!
But, tell me, how's Belle De la Rue?"
With that he turned seven shades paler.
Then he looked at his boots with a sigh,
And his gaze wandered off to a razor
That lay on the table hard by.
Then he looked at his boots with a sigh,
And his gaze wandered off to a razor
That lay on the table hard by.
