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‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. He was just as much a greater master than any other I ever saw, as he was a greater judge of time and measure. It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings. Where's the dining room? And, say, can I have some eggs? This jam-tea breakfast gets my goat. Do you mind talking to some one else.
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