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Titus poured his tenth consecutive julep -- directly from the bottle, without the benefit of ice, sugar or mint -- and leaned back in his chair. His occupancy of a corner of the veranda had been a hard-won concession.
Almost indifferent now, he stared at the hundreds of virtuosos and shouted, "Go home!"