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Chapter 23

           "Thatmakestwostingers...andonemore...twomartinisandone...nothingforyou,Mr.Quarterly...thatmakesthreerounds.Thatmakesseventy-fivefrancs,Mr.Quarterly.Mr.Schaeffersaidhehadthisyouhadthelast...Icanonlydowhatyousay...thanksvera-much."

           IntheconfusionAbehadlosthisseat;nowhestoodgentlyswayingandtalkingtosomeofthepeoplewithwhomhehadinvolvedhimself.AterrierranaleasharoundhislegsbutAbemanagedtoextricatehimselfwithoutupsettingandbecametherecipientofprofuseapologies.Presentlyhewasinvitedtolunch,butdeclined.ItwasalmostBriglith,heexplained,andtherewassomethinghehadtodoatBriglith.Alittlelater,withtheexquisitemannersofthealcoholicthatarelikethemannersofaprisonerorafamilyservant,hesaidgood-bytoanacquaintance,andturningarounddiscoveredthatthebar’sgreatmomentwasoverasprecipitatelyasithadbegun.

           AcrossfromhimtheDaneandhiscompanionshadorderedluncheon.Abedidlikewisebutscarcelytouchedit.Afterwards,hejustsat,happytoliveinthepast.Thedrinkmadepasthappythingscontemporarywiththepresent,asiftheywerestillgoingon,contemporaryevenwiththefutureasiftheywereabouttohappenagain.

           Atfourthechasseurapproachedhim:

           "YouwishtoseeacoloredfellowofthenameJulesPeterson?"

           "God!Howdidhefindme?"

           "Ididn’ttellhimyouwerepresent."

           "Whodid?"Abefelloverhisglassesbutrecoveredhimself

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