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"My child!" he groaned faintly. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture. A cat came and rubbed herself against him as he entered the house, and seemed by her mewing to ask him for food. The hardest bout I ever had was with a woman—Sally Wells, who was afterwards lagged for shoplifting. It's all your fault, you shaking coward! and, but that I feel sure you'll swing for your carelessness, I'd throw you into the well, too. "Come along, Blueskin.
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