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“These are the playgrounds of life. " "Ah, Jack," said Wood, shaking his head, "where there's a will there's a way. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. A sprinkling of callow youths, and a couple of pronounced young Jews, who were talking loudly together in some unintelligible jargon of the City. ‘May I, indeed? I’ll take you up on that. Pierre.
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