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Bliss, boy?
Leaning forward, mountainous in the dwarfed easy chair, the old man watched the Senator's face now, observing the expressions flickering swiftly over the restless features of the man tossing beneath the sheet. He called again, softly, Bliss? Then heaved with a great sigh. I guess he's gone again, he thought.