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"You must not remain here," he said. She never forced the issue, it was their father’s job. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. " "Yes, I will," replied Jack sullenly, "if you beat me in that way.
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