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“Look here, daddy,” she said, in a tone of great reasonableness, “I MUST go to that dance, you know. ” He said wistfully. Brendon. ’ Martha looked up, belligerence in her tone. Satisfied with his scrutiny, he produced a pocket-flask, and taking off the silver cup with which it was mounted, filled it with the contents of the flask, and then seizing the thin arm of the sleeper, rudely shook it. The constable, Sharples, is in my pay. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me.
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