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| 1 | 92 | View more quotes about cabot">Cabot lifted his Scotch again, holding it before him, not drinking. |
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| 1 | 89 | Cabot would leave when he was ready. |
| 1 | 90 | Not before. |
| 1 | 91 | I became aware of his silence, and the light subdued patter of conversation at the bar, the clink of glasses, the sounds of a foot scraping, of liquid swirling into a small, heavy glass. |
| 1 | 92 | Cabot lifted his Scotch again, holding it before him, not drinking. |
| 1 | 93 | Then, ceremoniously, bitterly, he poured a bit of it out onto the table, where it splattered, partly soaking into a napkin. |
| 1 | 94 | As he performed this gesture, he uttered some formula in that strange tongue I had heard but once before—when I had nearly perished at his hands. |
| 1 | 95 | Somehow I had the feeling that he was becoming dangerous. |