slowly and rolled like a flash over her plastered
skin.

Another round of drinks was negotiated, adding
to the fiery discomfort of the sealed room, of the
dry, dead atmosphere. Gordon won back his five
dollars, and gained five more. "Let's make it two
a throw," the woman proposed. The thickset,
young man remuttered the period that they were
there for the stuff. "Otty will have his little joke,"
she proclaimed.

"It's not funny," he protested seriously.

"Two?" Jake demanded of Gordon. The latter
nodded.

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