And grasping the thick iron rod, she pushed with all her force against it, while Jack seconded her efforts from within. Wild," said Trenchard, "I shall proceed no further in this business. At once there came an answering knock. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. Perhaps I ate something spoiled for breakfast.
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