Laura Brayton — page 192: what you’re looking at

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LAURA BRAYTON. 183 and in amirror glancing at his own face, spotted with crimson stains, hurried to remove them. After Joe had washed, Sharp went and got a bottle of liquor anda single glass, and placing them on the table, told the wretch to help himself. “What!” exclaimed Joe, “aren’t you going to drink, too?” “No; I must keep my head clear for to-morrow. I have enough, and more than enough, to do with a clear mind; to muddle it with liquor would make © matters worse than they are.” “Well, you know best, boss. When I’ve got a bad job ahead I just get two-thirds full, and then I’m as right as a policeman in a sugar-hogshead when it rains brickbats.” And Joe very independently took the bottle in his hand, and scorning the measured aid of the tum- bler, drank without using it. “That’s tolerable grog,” he said, smacking his lips _ with the air of a connoisseur. Gomicboo gS) (E(0)