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The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. Why ever did you let me get into that wagonette?” “I thought we had to,” said Ann Veronica, who had also been a little under the compulsion of the marshals of the occasion. “Whither away?” he said, very distinctly in a curiously wheedling voice. Light the lantern. This isn't your island, child; it's the great world.
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