Stanley regarded him through his glasses with something approaching animosity. Capital swordsman. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. McClintock will have some. One puts gloves on one’s greedy fingers. To this Jack replied, that he should be perfectly contented, provided he might have a small allowance of gin. “I’ve been looking out for you,” he said.
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