"More slang," he said. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. All four people moved a little nervously into the drawing-room, maintaining a sort of fluttered amiability of sound and movement. The recollection was too painful, and he burst into an agony of tears.
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