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"Stay!" said Jonathan, aiding his descent; "you had better take my lantern. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. This was not exactly what the woollen-draper desired.
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