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He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. She gloried in it: he needed her. By the time I had recovered myself she had gone. How you dress when you're loafing will be no concern of mine; but fresh twill or Shantung, when you dine with me, collar and tie. "Go to the pump, Nab," he said, when this was done, "and fill a pail with water.
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