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On the ensuing morning, Carnes and I enacted the "quarrel scene," as planned by him the previous night.
A more aggravated case of drunkenness than that presented by Carnes, a little before noon, could not well be imagined. He was a marvel of reeling stupidity, offensive hiccoughs, and maudlin insolence.
Quite a number of people were lounging