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41139	Thorne, Guy	The Drunkard			.txt	text/plain	124351	10014	88	This new man, this Gilbert Lothian, would be great. "Good-evening, sir," he said, deferentially, as Doctor Sims was taken When the door of the house had closed after him, and with Mr. Amberley's courteous but grave good-night ringing in his ears, Gilbert "Good heavens!" said a huge man with a blood red face, startling in its A little elderly man like a diseased doll, came up and began to Lothian's own house, a keen-faced man with a pointed beard, a slim, "Dear little Rita," he said, as he held her hand outside the door of "Look here, Doctor," he said after a moment, "I spoke like a fool, "Of course," he said, talking in a quiet man-of-the-world voice, "_I_ "Poor little man," Rita said, looking at the sad face of the comedian. "Gilbert Lothian is coming here during this afternoon," he said. "Mr. Gilbert Lothian, I think," the pleasant-looking man said, staring	./cache/41139.txt	./txt/41139.txt