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She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. The Night-Cellar XVIII. Spurling. She occupied a small sofa, a little apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and glanced about with an air of considerable unease. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. Oh! Jack, Jack, you've much to answer for!" "I have, indeed," replied Sheppard, in a tone of contrition.
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