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I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. " The words were scarcely pronounced, when Rowland disappeared. Mike was showing his territorial instincts, brought out by the fact that he was drunk. ‘Wait! At least tell me where I can find you. ‘How could I know that it is you?’ She peered at him in the darkness. "It's very well you haven't crushed the poor little thing to death with this confounded clothes'-bag. . “I cannot conceive,” he said, “how any other occupation could ever have occurred to you. It was cheating, pitiful cheating.
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