He filled his pipe without knowing what he was doing, and I handed him a lighted spill.

He took perhaps three puffs, and then gave me a look of reverence that I know well.

It only comes to a man once in all its glory--the first time he tries the Arcadia Mixture--but it never altogether leaves him.
"Where do you get it ?" Gilray whispered, in hoarse delight.
The Arcadia had him for its own.
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