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Portrait of John Oliver Hobbes John Oliver Hobbes The Annotated The Tales of John Oliver Hobbes… (1894)

He always says, 'You're a dear old sort, Collingwood, but you're drunk.' That's the worst of letting your friends know you've got a weakness—they despise you when you want to help them. But you can get at him—he's got respect for you. He hasn't any for me.
"I can't do anything unless I have some facts to go on. You must see that yourself."
"Facts! Damn facts. I go by symptoms. I tell you the man is trying to drink himself into love—and he can't succeed. I've been trying to drink myself out of it for the last twenty years, and, take my word for it, Provence, it's a hopeless game in either case.
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Portrait of John Oliver Hobbes John Oliver Hobbes The Annotated The Tales of John Oliver Hobbes… (1894)

I would have loved you, only I loved money more. It was my first love, and I have been faithful to it. That should be a redeeming quality, shouldn't it? You can say I have been faithful to one love. That can't be said of every woman." She rose from her chair, and as she stood by him brushed a short golden hair from his coat sleeve. She held it up to the light and it curled round her finger.
"That belongs to your child," she said, "not to Grace. I call that a rather pretty omen." The clock struck seven. "In an hour's time," she said, "Aunt Theodosia and I shall be starting for Dover.
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Portrait of John Oliver Hobbes John Oliver Hobbes The Annotated The Tales of John Oliver Hobbes… (1894)

But I always forget that fellows have got wives."
"Yes, I will talk it over with her," continued Provence. "She will be able to give very good advice."
"Women are so deep," said Collingwood.
"My wife isn't deep," said Provence, getting rather angry; "that is not a word I care for."
"Look here," said Collingwood, "I like you—it's a funny thing to say, but I do. At one time I didn't. And let me tell you this—Golightly thinks a lot of you. Don't be hard on him, now he's in a scrape. He's weak, and that woman has a hold on him.
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