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Bingle from the depths
of the huge chair. "I'll sue 'em for all they're worth if they've--"
"Haven't you seen the newspapers?" demanded Mr. Sigsbee, bending over
the occupant of the chair in what that individual mistook for a
menacing attitude.
"I--I didn't have time to look at the paper," mumbled Mr. Bingle. "My
wife was so miserable that--"
"Well, by Jove!" exclaimed Mr. Force, and then, to Bingle's
astonishment, the five other occupants of the room were overtaken by a
simultaneous impulse to shout at the top of their voices, all of them
crowding close about him and barking unintelligible exclamations into
his very teeth, so to speak.
The strangest part of it all was that they were in high good humour
and laughed like maniacs. He hadn't the faintest notion what it was
all about, but he began to laugh shrilly. He couldn't help it. He
certainly didn't feel like laughing. The president was slapping Mr.
Force on the back and shouting things that fell upon deaf ears, for
Mr. Force was shouting manfully on his own account.


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