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All the money he earned—serving McClintock and the muse—could be
laid away. The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while
she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau
counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small,
whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into
the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and
her bags. Snatching-up his pistols, he rushed to the door, but to his horror found it
fastened. "Why did I not keep the money when I had it?" returned Blueskin, angrily. I am quite clear about this. "
"How do you spell the last name?"
He spelt it. They’ve just got to keep white. Strike the gag, Blueskin.
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