You can bet your old sweet life,,
“You don’t want to see your mother now, do you, boy? No more do you feel like jabbering with Bess at our table. Come over to the hotel, and we’ll lunch together.”,
Job, his ardor undampened by the strangeness of this reception, made haste to follow..
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