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It was the grand nursery of vice. ” He stalked around the room. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. " And springing backwards, he darted suddenly through the door. I want him as my friend. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly. I jumped then—I was not even shaken. That was odd: when young people were joyous, they had to express it physically.
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