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he frosty edges of father’s, but I held my ground, and held out my glass to Dabney, who falteringly, almost in terror, took the frosted silver pitcher from the sideboard and poured me an unusually large draft of the family beverage.

“Will you have yours now, Mr. Goodloe?” I asked again with still more of the sugared solicitation.

“No, I believe I prefer the coffee, but don’t pour it until you have drunk your julep; you know frost is a thing that soon passes,” was the cheerful answer, though a suspicion of an amethyst glint made me know that the Jaguar had at least heard the zip of the bullet.

I loathed that mixture of ice and sugar and mint and whiskey but I had to drink it, and it heated me up inside both physically and mentally, and took away all the queer dogging fear. And because of it I don’t remember what else happened at that breakfast except that I wanted to clutch and cling to the warm, strong hand that I again found mine in at the time of parting. But I didn’t; at least, I don’t