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I undid his coat, and I took it from his pocket. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch. Ennison’s manner was certainly not one of a willing host. Taber returning. "You play?" asked McClintock, who was sorting the rolls. "I do," replied Sheppard. " And he struck up the following ballad:— SAINT GILES'S BOWL.
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