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Chapter 69

           Surelyyouwillallowmetogiveyousomethingbetter?"

           "Better’nMonongaheely!"

           "Yes.Somesherrychampagnebrandyifyoupreferit."

           "Letthemdrinkbrandyaslikeit,andkin’gititdrinkable.Thurmaybesomeo’itgoodenuf;anefthurair,I’mshorit’llbefoun’inthehouseo’aPeintdexter.Ionlyknowso’thesortthesutlerkeepsupattheFort.Efthureverwuramedicine,thet’sone.It’udrotthegutsouto’aalleygatur.No;darnthurFrenchlickers;anspeciallythurbrandy.Gi’methepurecornjuice;anthebesto’all,thetascomesfromPittsburghontheMonongaheely."

           "Florinde!Florinde!"

           Itwasnotnecessarytotellthewaiting-maidforwhatshewaswanted.ThepresenceofZebStumpindicatedtheserviceforwhichshehadbeensummoned.Withoutwaitingtoreceivetheordershewentoff,andthemomentafterreturned,carryingadecanterhalf-filledwithwhatZebcalledthe"purecornjuice,"butwhichwasinrealitytheessenceofryeforfromthisgrainisdistilledthecelebrated"Monongahela."

           Zebwasnotslowtorefreshhimself.Afullthirdofthecontentsofthedecanterweresoonputoutofsighttheothertwo-thirdsremainingforfuturepotationsthatmightberequiredinthecourseofthenarrationuponwhichhewasabouttoenter.

           

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