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’ Jack stepped out, and pushed the door to. When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway, something obstructed his further progress. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. The future? He dared not speculate upon that. ’ She tossed her head. But perhaps I had better get a room in an hotel to-night and look round. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. “I refuse. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. “Take my advice,” he said hoarsely.
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