He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. "Hurrah! come along, Thames; we're free. His lips were tight drawn. "It is droll," he said. “Why? Do you think I’m a stoner?” He asked.
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