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It became a sort of duel at last between them, and all the others sat and listened—every one, that is, except the Alderman, who had got the blond young man into a corner by the green-stained dresser with the aluminum things, and was sitting with his back to every one else, holding one hand over his mouth for greater privacy, and telling him, with an accent of confidential admission, in whispers of the chronic struggle between the natural modesty and general inoffensiveness of the Borough Council and the social evil in Marylebone. "Like master like man," observed Jack as he rolled the inanimate body to the side of the road. "Even if you are not a principal, you are an accessory. You know, Melusine. I didn’t think—I don’t know what I thought.
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