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"Here you are at last, Red, you sinner, and I'm the loser. Ches and I've had a bet on since we saw the Green Imp tear off just as the first guests were coming. I vowed it was a fake call and you'd never get back till the musicians were green-flannelling their instruments."
"I knew he wouldn't do us a cut-away trick like that," declared Arthur Chester with an affectionate, white-gloved hand on Burns's black-clad arm. "Not that I'd have blamed you on a night like this. What people want to give dances for in August, with the thermometer at the top of the tree, I don't know."