Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night. I can’t stand it. ” Mike parroted in a nasal tone. He turned in at the club. Managers and accountants are always shifting about, so he tells me. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it.
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