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answered the artist, with a basso chuckle.
"You be hanged!" muttered Miles. "Pass the omelet."
"Maybe if you were kind of careful about what you ate for a day or two your liver"
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"There's nothing the matter with
my liver," answered Miles, impatiently.
Hunter shook his head.
"I'm not so sure. You didn't eat any luncheon to speak of yesterday, and not much supper, and I've noticed"
"You notice a whole lot that you can't see."
"All right, my boy. Anyhow, I'm glad you've found your appetite again."
"I haven't," said Miles.
"Oh, haven't you?"
"No, I haven't. And let me advise
