Under the Andes by Rex Stout
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"No. Let me alone!" "Harry!" "I say no!" His mouth was drawn tight and his eyes glared sullenly as those of a stubborn child. Clearly it was impossible to get him away without making a scene, which was unthinkable. For a moment I was at a complete loss; then the croupier's voice sounded suddenly in my ear: "You are interrupting us, sir." I silenced him with a glance and turned to my brother, having decided in an instant on the only possible course. "Here, let me have your chair. I will get it back for you. Come!" He looked at me for a moment in hesitation, then rose without a word and I took his place. The thing was tiresome enough, but how could I have avoided it? The blood that rushes to the head of the gambler is certainly not food for the intellect; and, besides, I was forced by circumstances into an heroic attitude--and nothing is more distasteful to a man of sense. But I had a task before me; if a man lays bricks he should lay them well; and I do not deny that |
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