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. Why not? I told you I was coming, and here I am. I suppose I am not a man of my word?

. Your word? Well, where have you been then?

. That's it! The first question you ask a man is where he has been; afterward you inquire for his health, which doesn't matter. I might have killed myself for all you care—have been dead.

. Killed yourself? Not much!

. You don't believe it, eh? You tell her.

. Yes, he might have killed himself. Easily.

. Honest?

. You think a man is made of stone. I can't stand these rows all the time. After last night—you can tell her. How did I feel?

. Sick. He fell flat.

. Don't you mind what he says. That's the game; they've fixed it up between them. Don't you see? What's that? Hold out your hand… Another ring?

. Who gave you that ring?

. It isn't mine; it's one I've got to sell.

. Who gave you that ring?

. Oh, I bought it! Will that do? Good! Now shut up. If it won't do, just as good, see? And shut up.

. What was the Englishman putting over when we came in?

. Oh, nothing! He's drunk.

. He needs a sound thrashing, and I'm the man to give it to him.

. Let him alone, will you?

. No, I am the one to do it; I'll show you.