"To wine, women and gambling, at the age of twenty-four--one hundred thousand dollars. That's your bill, my boy, and--I've got to pay it." James Carbhoy leaned back smiling, his half-humorous eyes squarely challenging his son, who was lounging in a luxurious morocco chair at the other side of the desk.…
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