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\"Hi Mark. It was a grand life. Anna was still holding her cigarette between her fingers. God, Lucy, that’s the stuff people wear to Phys. She asked no further questions for the moment. Besides, didn't I tell you that I giv' him as good as he brought—and better! I jist touched him with my 'Evenin' Star,' as I call this shillelah," said the watchman, flourishing an immense bludgeon, the knob of which appeared to be loaded with lead, "and, by Saint Patrick! down he cum'd like a bullock. I’d take it— forgive me if I seem a little urgent—as a sort of proof of friendliness. And, decently as he could, McClintock was giving the man the boot. There's a hundred pounds too much.
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