I have never bought costly ones.
Well, that night at the Club meeting--as I was saying--George, our colored butler, came to me when the supper was nearly over, and I noticed that he was pale.

Normally his complexion was a clear black, and very handsome, but now it had modified to old amber.

He said: "Mr.Clemens, what are we going to do?
There is not a cigar in the house but those old Wheeling long nines.

Can't nobody smoke them but you.

They kill at thirty yards.