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Looking sullen, he released the handle and sat back. Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's daddy had a bundle of coin. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her.
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