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Jennings stood with a decanter in his hand, looking resentfully at his master's untasted wine. He shook his head ponderously. Not only was the wine untouched, but the _Cumberland Times_ lay unopened upon the table. Grim and severe in his high-backed chair, Stephen Strangewey sat with his eyes fixed upon the curtained window.
"There's nothing wrong with the wine, I hope, sir? " the man asked. "It's not corked or anything, sir?"