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"
I
feel
we
are
partly
to
blame
with
all
our
drinking
,
"
I
persisted
.
"
Me
particularly
,
with
my
birthday
rum
.
"
She
laughed
.
"
All
right
,
if
you
like
.
Western
2796
.
"
I
made
a
note
of
the
number
immediately
we
were
outside
.
We
watched
Binding
drive
off
and
had
a
last
glass
.
Thenwe
let
Karl
off
the
leash
.
He
swept
along
through
the
lightMarch
mist
,
the
wind
was
strong
and
our
breathing
quick
;
thecity
came
toward
us
,
looming
fiery
in
the
darkness
,
and
at
lastthere
rose
out
of
the
gloom
,
like
a
brilliantly
lighted
gay
liner
,
"
The
Bar
.
"
We
brought
Karl
alongside
and
dropped
anchor
.
Golden
flowed
the
cognac
,
the
gin
gleamed
like
aquamarineand
the
rum
was
life
itself
.
Upright
we
sat
on
the
high
barstools
;
the
music
chattered
,
the
pulse
of
life
was
clear
andstrong
;
it
beat
bravely
in
our
hearts
;
the
cheerlessness
of
thebeastly
furnished
rooms
that
awaited
us
,
the
hopelessness
ofexistence
,
was
forgotten
;
the
counter
of
"
The
Bar
"
was
theCaptain
’
s
bridge
of
the
Ship
of
Life
,
and
we
were
set
oncemore
for
the
open
sea
.