“I’m sorry Mister McCloskey! I was out seeing my boyfriend!” He stared at her concernedly. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. Now then. Lucy replied, \"My hair has a mind of its own.
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