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What is it? questioned Petersomething to drink? Its a sort of port, explained Clodd, that doesnt get into your head. You consider that an advantage? queried Peter. Of course. You can drink more of it. Peter continued to write: Possesses all the qualities of an old vintage port, without those deleterious properties I havent tasted it, Clodd, hinted Peter. Thats all rightI have. And was it good? Splendid stuff. Say its delicious and invigorating. Theyll be sure to quote that. Peter wrote on: Personally I have found it delicious and Peter left off writing. I really think, Clodd, I ought to taste it. You see, I am personally recommending it. Finish that par. Let me have it to take round to the printers. Then put the bottle in your pocket. Take it home and make a night of it. Clodd appeared to be in a mighty hurry. Now, this made Peter only the more suspicious. The bottle was close to his hand. Clodd tried to intercept him, but was not quick enough. Youre not used to temperance drinks, urged Clodd. Your palate is not accustomed to them. I can tell whether its delicious or not, surely? pleaded Peter, who had pulled out the cork. Its a quarter-page advertisement for thirteen weeks. Put it down and dont be a fool! urged Clodd. Im going to put it down, laughed Peter, who was fond of his joke. Peter poured out half a tumblerful, and dranksome of it. Like it? demanded Clodd, with a savage grin. You are sureyou are sure it was the right bottle? gasped Peter. Bottles all right, Clodd assured him. Try some more. Judge it fairly. Peter ventured on another sip. You dont think they would be satisfied if I recommended it as a medicine? insinuated Petersomething to have about the house in case of accidental poisoning? Better go round and suggest the idea to them yourself. Ive done with it. Clodd took up his hat. Im sorryIm very sorry, sighed Peter. But I couldnt conscientiously Clodd put down his hat again with a bang. Oh! confound that conscience of yours! Dont it ever think of your creditors? Whats the use of my working out my lungs for you, when all you do is to hamper me at every step? Wouldnt it be better policy, urged Peter, to go for the better class of advertiser, who doesnt ask you for this sort of thing? Go for him! snorted Clodd. Do you think I dont go for him? They are just sheep. Get one, you get the lot. Until youve got the one, the others wont listen to you. |
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