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"On Friday," he replied. Winifred's face had a thoroughly amiable look. ‘I can take care of myself, bête. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. The doors were closed and barricaded, and the mob threatened to burst them open if Jack was not delivered to them. ” He said mischievously.
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