"Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. “You may talk—if you can talk cheerfully, not unless. She looked, Dorothée said, just as she always looks. Let me see now. He will have it that I’ve taken leave of my senses. He could lose himself for hours at a time. Brown or Jones, I dare say.
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