“I feel justified then,” he said, “in annexing his chair. In the end, resolution triumphed, as it was sure to do, over the weaker emotions, and he laughed at his fears. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. Naturally you shout yourself hoarse when she has finished, and feel jolly pleased with yourself.
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