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Maggot, eyeing him from head to heel with evident satisfaction;—"a devilish pretty fellow!" "Upon my word, Poll," said Kneebone, becoming very red, "you might have a little more delicacy than to tell him so before my face. "Here, Tom," he added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable. It is no fault of your own that you are not at this moment standing there with your head blown off. ‘What is this proof?’ ‘I will not tell you. “Then why the devil,” he demanded, “do you let me stand you dinners and the opera—and why do you come to a cabinet particuliar with me?” He became radiant with anger. Oh, I grew fond of you as the years went by. But it is my fault. Odd, but he had never thought of the beach until this girl (who looked as if she had stepped out of the family album) referred to it with a familiarity which was as astonishing as it was profoundly sad. There's a hundred pounds too much.
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