’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. And, whatever you may think, I assure you, Jack's a downright goodnatured fellow.
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