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Ralph Stock,  The Pyjama Man (Ainslee's, 1913… (1913)

“ Stone was seated before the fire, reading the newspaper. A comprehensive cigar was securely wedged in the corner of his mouth, and his long legs, culminating in their ungainly feet, dangled like overweighted pendulums from the arm of the chair.
Sprague laughed. He advanced on Stone, executing a hornpipe like a maniac, and laughed still louder when the American gazed up at him without a semblance of a smile. He slapped him on the back like a fool, and laughed again at his discomfiture. The world—even the Gray's Inn Road—was an intensely amusing place that morning.
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Ralph Stock,  The Pyjama Man (Ainslee's, 1913… (1913)

“ Amurricans know how to treat women, you bet! If only she could get back—if only—— And to think that a bit of paper would do the stunt! She had the rest saved by working overtime on a typewriter—— Here she saw for the first time what Sprague had noticed a few seconds before; Stone was sitting as one petrified—a man dead save for his eyes, which were fixed in an uncanny stare on a table in the opposite corner. ”
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Ralph Stock,  The Pyjama Man (Ainslee's, 1913… (1913)

“ At the end of the item he turned.
“There are worse lives than the lumberjack's,” he observed laconically, his pale-blue eyes wandering round the semicircle of the promenade, where passed the endless procession of painted ghosts enveloped in a kindly obliterating cloud of tobacco smoke, down into the well of the auditorium, whence rose the continuous din of laughter, popping corks, and more smoke.
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