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'May as well fi--fi--fin--nish the bottle,' observed Jack, holding it up to
the candle. 'Just a thi--thi--thim--bleful apiece,' added he, helping
himself to about three-quarters of what there was.
'You've taken your share,' observed Sponge, as the bottle suspended payment
before he got half the quantity that Jack had.
'Sque--ee--eze it,' replied Jack, suiting the action to the word, and
working away at an exhausted lemon.
At length they finished.
'Well, I s'pose we may as well go and have some tea,' observed Jack.
'It's not announced yet,' said Sponge, 'but I make no doubt it will be
ready.'
So saying, the worthies rose, and, after sundry bumps and certain
irregularities of course, they each succeeded in reaching the door. The
passage lamp had died out and filled the corridor with its fragrance.
Sponge, however, knew the way, and the darkness favored the adjustment of
cravats and the fingering of hair. Having got up a sort of drunken simper,
Sponge opened the drawing-room door, expecting to find smiling ladies in a
blaze of light.


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