Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 153: what you’re looking at

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ADVICK—AT ONE DOLLAR A MINUTE. 146 ‘It’s all a part and parcel of adeep design, my dear Josh. I’ve a story to tell.’ ‘“Then sit down right there. What can I get you —are you hungry ?”’ ‘*Tust come from dinner at Ford’s.”’ ‘“'Thirsty ?”? “Couldn’t drink a drop, my dear fellow, but since you are pressing * ‘fAh! you will have—-—”’ ‘CA smoke—I have never forgotten the sweet taste of your tobacco. ”’ ‘‘Good. And I know you delight in smoking it from something foreign to an ordinary clay pipe. Tastes differ—prefer the latter. There’s that Hindoo hubble-bubble affair upon the wall, or will you use this Turkish chibouque.”’ ‘“That’s the one Abdar Pasha gave you once for saving his life,’’ caressing the amber mouthpiece and examining the precious wood with the reverence of an old traveler. ‘Ves, fortune gave me an opportunity to do the brave old Turk a favor—I value that thing quite a good deal. Fill the bowl and light up, man. I’m with you—the sweetest smoke on earth to me is had in this red vessel made of Indian pipe clay. Comfortable, Senator John? Then suppose you fire away.’’ So John Archer begins. There is no reason under the sun why he should not tell Josh Geddings the whole affair as he knows it, and before twenty minutes have gone by the other is in possession of the facts. Gomicbookssco im