" "My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the woollen-draper. It was exactly as Sebastian had foreseen. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label. A bumper round, gentlemen.
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