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"There'll be a louder echo here presently," thought Jonathan. A dressing-room then. "Like master like man," observed Jack as he rolled the inanimate body to the side of the road. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. "And equally easy to prove it," replied Jack, giving him the paper he had abstracted from Wild. "What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up, sending the chair clattering to the floor.
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