Carquinez had relaxed finally. He stole a glance at the rattling windows, looked upward at the beamed roof, and listened for a moment to the savage roar of the south-easter as it caught the bungalow in its bellowing jaws. Then he held his glass between him and the fire and laughed for joy through the golden wine.
‘It is beautiful, ‘ he said. ‘It is sweetly sweet. It is a woman’s wine, and it was made for gray-robed saints to drink.’
‘We grow it on our own warm hills, ‘ I said, with pardonable California pride. ‘You rode up yesterday through the vines from which it was made.
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