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ld keep you right.
He said. "When we get to Folkestoneyou'll be wanting a
supper basket. Make yourself at home. I don't need the cabin. It's a glorious night outside. I shouldn't have
come in at all except to see how you were getting on."
How long before we are in?
Mr. Coulson asked.
About a quarter of an hour was the answer. I'll come for youif you like. Have a few minute's nap if you
feel sleepy.
Mr. Coulson got up.
Not I yilai:
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he said. "I am going to douse my head in some cold water. That must have been the strongest brandy
and soda that was ever brewedto send me off like that."
His friend laughed as he helped him out on to the deck.
I shouldn't grumble at itif I were you he said carelessly. It saved you from a bad crossing.
Mr. Coulson washed his face and hands in the smoking room lavatoryand was so far recoveredevenas to
be able to drink a cup of coffee before they reached the harbor. At Folkestone he looked everywhere for his
friendbut in vain. At Charing Cross he searched once more. The little dark gentl[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]nwith the distinguished
air and the easycorrect speechwho had mixed his brandy and sodahad disappeared.
And I owe the little beggar for half that cabin Mr. Coulson thought with a sen
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