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She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from experience that such a plan would be wasted effort. There was a new softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic. Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal.
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