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He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. You want me to be clean. Such was the hubbub and tumult around him, that the carpenter could not hear its plunge into the flood. "That's scarcely a fair question, Mr.
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