A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. The woollen-draper looked at his watch. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun.
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