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Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. " "Loves!" echoed Winifred, slightly colouring. ” “Hah!” He threw his head back. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. “I tell my Mom everything.
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