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Bechamel laughed awry. Then, with infinite fervour, he said--But let us
put in blank cartridge--he said, "------!"
"I might have thought!"
He flung himself into the armchair.
"Damn her," said Bechamel, for all the world like a common man. "I'll
chuck this infernal business! They've gone, eigh?"
"Yessir."
"
Well, let 'em GO," said Bechamel, making a memorable saying. "Let 'em
GO. Who cares? And I wish him luck. And bring me some Bourbon as fast
as
you can, there's a good chap. I'll take that, and then I'll have another
look round Bognor before I turn in."
Stephen was too surprised to say anything but "Bourbon, sir?"
"
Go on," said Bechamel. "Damn you!"
Stephen's sympathies changed at once. "Yessir," he murmured, fumbling
for the door handle, and left the room, marvelling. Bechamel, having in
this way satisfied his sense of appearances, and comported himself as a
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