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The old lady folded her hands across her
treasure, and looked daggers at the landlord.
"How far is it to the nearest hotel, John?" she demanded acidly.
"Too far to go to-night, Mary. I'm afraid we must put up with
this--this sanatorium," replied her husband.
As a diversion I demanded an appetizer--a gin and bitters.
Mr. Gunthorpe's face lit up and he bolted behind the bar.
"Certainly, of course. Have it with me!" he exclaimed eagerly, his eyes
full of gratitude for the diversion.
I had the greatest difficulty in paying for our two drinks, for of
course Mr. Gunthorpe would not let me drink alone, and I was equally
insistent that the house had done enough for me.
"Then we must have another," he declared, as the only way out of the
difficulty.
Fortunately for me, Tony appeared on the scene, clothed and in her
right mind, speaking once more the English language, and I contrived to
avoid further stimulation. Mr. Gunthorpe looked at me reproachfully as
I moved off with my wife. I could see that he dreaded further
interrogation on the subject of diets.


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