I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'" "This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste." Brett's glass was empty.
Ernest HemingwayHe saw the girl watching him and he smiled at her. It was an old smile that he had been using for fifty years, ever since he first smiled.
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