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The boat in which he rode was not overset. \"Where have you been, young lady?\" Mike crooned, a large grin on his fat Irish face. His head bent down, intent on kissing her underneath the showerhead. Ye gods! what a wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. ’ Gerald suppressed a grin. ’ ‘Damnation!’ Gerald burst out, crossing towards her. He had a quick, shrewd, merry eye, and a look in which duplicity was agreeably veiled by good humour. Their small talk continued. None at all.
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