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In each corner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. Canton is all China at night. But seriously ——” “Well seriously?” “Isn’t it your own fault a little? Why do you not tell me your address, and allow me to call upon you. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict.
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