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I've come all these miles for this young fellow; but I don't cotton to the idea of lallygagging four weeks in this burg. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. ’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. Their example was immediately imitated by the officers, constables, javelin men, and other attendants; and nothing was to be heard but shouts of laughter and jesting,—nothing seen but the passing of glasses, and the emptying of foaming jugs. She showered after she heard the door shut and the cars pull out of the driveway. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling. “Damn! Things are getting plainer. Heliers. There was going to be no quarter between these two. I got three pounds, and there’s three on my watch.
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