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5. 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. Turning to Melusine, he grabbed both her wrists and held her away from him, as if afraid that she might go for him. It was my destiny to have her. After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest. There was no one stirring in the flats. ‘Don’t tell me. ‘What’s more, I wouldn’t blame her. He had barely said, \"Anytime,\" before she shut the door rather rudely in his face.
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