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Above the housetops it was different. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. The door closed upon her, and he moved reluctantly away. Drummond nodded. For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality. But he's witty and amusing, and when reasonably drunk he can play the piano like a Paderewski. “I drink your very good health, Sir John and Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “and I wish you a pleasant journey back to England.
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