" "Take it back yourself," retorted Jack, sullenly. " "I've no intention of stirring," replied the woollen-draper, who was thus unceremoniously disturbed: "and I beg you'll sit down, Mr. Lucy inhaled deeply. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. “Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!.
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