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‘I feared as much. She rose, paid her bill, and turned westwards. "Well, Jack," said the prize-fighter, in a rough, but friendly voice, and with a cutand-thrust abrupt manner peculiar to himself; "how are you, lad, eh? Sorry to see you here. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Only your pa knew as how I were the one as saw to you at the wet-nurse’s cottage, and he got a-hold of me and made me bring him to you. .
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