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"I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily. " "Caught you napping, eh?" rejoined Ireton, with a laugh. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. " "And why not?" asked Kneebone, eagerly. ‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. Oh! my dear, dear son, be warned in time. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room.
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