Now it is black--soiled by tobacco juice.

Your lungs are slowly emulating it, and your wits will cloud in time.

Read Tolstoi, Mr.Hart.
He will teach you how nicotine deadens the conscience." "At last I know why I smoke like a Thames tug," laughed Hart, "but I'm blest if I can understand why _you_ make such a study of the vile weed." "Most criminals are addicted to the habit.

I classify them by their brand of tobacco.

For instance, a clever forger would never descend to thick twist, while a swell mobsman would turn with horror from a woodbine." Minnie entered, and nodded, whereupon Grant led the others upstairs to wash.