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" "And, what good would that do?" replied Ireton, sarcastically. He's neighbourly; he has a jingle for every ache and joy I've had. I’ll give you, say, thirty-five guineas a week clear of expenses, and half of anything you earn above the two turns a night. But these fears, like those he had recently experienced, speedily vanished, and he prepared to return to the roof, congratulating himself that owing to the opportune falling of the bricks, he had in all probability escaped serious injury. She had slept badly at first in a long chair next to the fire waiting for him to return, but caught on after that. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. He gave her silence in return.
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