My Lady Nicotine: A Study in Smoke. J. M. BarrieЧитать онлайн книгу.
Chap. XXII. "How heroes smoke"
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"Once, indeed, we do see Strathmore smoking a good cigar"
189
"A half-smoked cigar"
190
"The tall, scornful gentleman who leans lazily against the door"
192
Tailpiece Chap. XXII.
193
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"The ghost of Christmas eve"
195
"My pipe"
199
"My brier, which I found beneath my pillow"
200
Tailpiece Chap. XXIII.
201
Headpiece Chap. XXIV. "But the pipes were old friends"
202
"It had the paper in its mouth"
205
Tailpiece Chap. XXIV. "I was pleased that I had lost"
208
Headpiece Chap. XXV. "A face that haunted Marriot"
209
"There was the French girl at Algiers"
212
Tailpiece Chap. XXV.
215
Headpiece Chap. XXVI. "Arcadians at bay"
216
Pipes and tobacco-jar
220
Tailpiece Chap. XXVI. "Jimmy began as follows"
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Headpiece Chap. XXVII. "Jimmy's dream"
223
Pipes
226
"Council for defence calls attention to the prisoner's high and unblemished character"
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Tailpiece Chap. XXVII.
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Headpiece Chap. XXVIII.
231
"These indefatigable amateurs began to dance a minuet"
235
A friendly favor
237
Tailpiece Chap. XXVIII.
238
Headpiece Chap. XXIX. "Pettigrew's dream"
239
"He went round the morning-room"
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"His wife … filled his pipe for him"
243
"Mrs. Pettigrew sent one of the children to the study"
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Tailpiece Chap. XXIX. "I awarded the tin of Arcadia to Pettigrew"
246
Headpiece Chap. XXX. "Sometimes I think it is all a dream"
247
Tailpiece Chap. XXX.
251
Headpiece Chap. XXXI. "They thought I had weakly yielded"
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"They went one night in a body to Pettigrew's"
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Tailpiece Chap. XXXI.
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"Then we began to smoke"
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"I conjured up the face of a lady"
265
"Not even Scrymgeour knew what my pouch had been to me"
267
Tailpiece Chap. XXXII.
268
Headpiece Chap. XXXIII. "When my wife is asleep and all the house is still"
269
"The man through the wall"
272
Pipes
275
Tailpiece Chap. XXXIII.
276
MY LADY NICOTINE.
CHAPTER I.
MATRIMONY AND SMOKING COMPARED.
The circumstances in which I gave up smoking were these:
I was a mere bachelor, drifting toward what I now see to be a tragic middle age. I had become so accustomed to smoke issuing from my mouth that I felt incomplete without it; indeed, the time came when I could refrain from smoking if doing nothing else, but hardly during the hours of toil. To lay aside my pipe was to find myself soon afterward wandering restlessly round my table. No blind beggar was ever more abjectly led by his dog, or more loath to cut the string.
I am much better without tobacco, and already have a difficulty in sympathizing with the man I used to be. Even to call him up, as it were, and regard him without prejudice is a difficult task, for we forget the old