Austin could scarcely credit his senses when he beheld him. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. I was afraid that I might be called upon as a witness. “Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. He glanced at his watch. There are no funerals among the poor, only burials.
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