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" When Spurlock had finished the tale, touched here and there by his own imagination, McClintock made a negative sign. “I would marry your sister anyhow, under any circumstances,” he answered. "He can't get out. He squinted and a disgusted look came over him. ‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’ He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke. Jolly nose! the bright rubies that garnish thy tip Are dug from the mines of canary; And to keep up their lustre I moisten my lip With hogsheads of claret and sherry. He looked about for his hat, and put it on. This did not affect Spurlock. Ain't we, partner?" he added, appealing to Langley, whom punch had made rather dozy. Miss Mary to the life. After that, we'll go our several ways.
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