He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. "Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of ale. A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her. But I mean to have them. Stanley.
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