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It was four days later. During that four days Drummond's usual bright conversational powers had been limited to one word -- "Stung. " And now as he drew his second pint from the cask in the corner of his room in Brook Street, he elaborated it.
"Stung in the centre and on both flanks," he remarked morosely. "And biffed in the jaw into the bargain."