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"What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the brandybottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. Katy’s face was vapid and undistinguishable from a crowd, but pretty in an abstract sense, like the face of a baby doll. “Annabel;” he moaned. \" \"Would you like me to carry some of the books? I have nothing to bring home today. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. "I'm sure little Jack has but one friend beside myself, in the world, and that's more than I would have ventured to say for him yesterday. “I have been amusing myself up to now by trying to earn my living,” she replied. Too late now.
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