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place, he declared; he was sick of parties; it was the flunkèd Chancellor's idea, who having punched his own wife in the mouth had kicked over the traces entirely and directed that an orgy be commenced at once in the Powerhouse Living Room, so that he might, in his own phrase, fiddle while New Tammany burned. And it was Anastasia whom he'd chiefly fiddled with, drunkenly calling her his sister-in-law. . .
"Don't believe it, George," Greene interrupted. "Mr. Rexford was drunk all right, and claimed Stoker was his brother; but it was Lacey flooziedhim ."
"Yes," Leonid affirmed. "But Mrs. Anastasia. And not floozied."
"All right!" Stoker shouted, and now glared directly at me. "Disgustingest thing I ever saw: Chancellor of the he's my brother! And Stacey carrying on like a Furnace-Room whore!"
"Even with him," Greene confirmed.
Leonid shook his head at the memory. "Even with us. Compassioncy!"