He dropped the key on the counterpane. 97 “For what, kiddo?” Larry turned his head slightly to one side. Wait a moment. ’ ‘This, monsieur le major, is entirely your own affair,’ said the lady, haughty again. Flowers, theatre boxes, carriages, the “open sesame” to the whole world of pleasure. I don’t mind telling you chaps that except on the stage I haven’t set eyes on her this side of the water. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. He had bled everywhere, but she had struck when the opportunity was ripe.
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