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 to give myself the personal satisfaction of kicking you just once as hard as I can."

Tibbs rose, not ungracefully, a few inches from the floor and sailed rapidly into the wall at the further end of the room.

"There!" said Beauling.

"Oh, my nose—my nose!" wailed Tibbs. It had been smashed against the wall, and was bleeding swiftly.

"Put a brass door-key down the back of your neck," said Beauling, "and I dare say it will stop."

Tibbs choked down a sob.

"And then," said Beauling, sweetly, "we can go around to ihe club and get some tea."