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We
pegged
and
quaffed
away
in
silence
for
a
while
,
until
the
time
came
when
,
instead
of
sitting
bolt
upright
,
and
grasping
the
knife
and
fork
firmly
,
we
leant
back
in
our
chairs
and
worked
slowly
and
carelessly
--
when
we
stretched
out
our
legs
beneath
the
table
,
let
our
napkins
fall
,
unheeded
,
to
the
floor
,
and
found
time
to
more
critically
examine
the
smoky
ceiling
than
we
had
hitherto
been
able
to
do
--
when
we
rested
our
glasses
at
arm
's
-
length
upon
the
table
,
and
felt
good
,
and
thoughtful
,
and
forgiving
.
Then
Harris
,
who
was
sitting
next
the
window
,
drew
aside
the
curtain
and
looked
out
upon
the
street
.
It
glistened
darkly
in
the
wet
,
the
dim
lamps
flickered
with
each
gust
,
the
rain
splashed
steadily
into
the
puddles
and
trickled
down
the
water-spouts
into
the
running
gutters
.
A
few
soaked
wayfarers
hurried
past
,
crouching
beneath
their
dripping
umbrellas
,
the
women
holding
up
their
skirts
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Harris
,
reaching
his
hand
out
for
his
glass
,
"
we
have
had
a
pleasant
trip
,
and
my
hearty
thanks
for
it
to
old
Father
Thames
--
but
I
think
we
did
well
to
chuck
it
when
we
did
.
Here
's
to
Three
Men
well
out
of
a
Boat
!
"
And
Montmorency
,
standing
on
his
hind
legs
,
before
the
window
,
peering
out
into
the
night
,
gave
a
short
bark
of
decided
concurrence
with
the
toast
.