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On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. "Egad!" exclaimed Wood, "you've hit the right nail on the head, anyhow. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. We were going at a mad pace. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. He could not make good his hold. “We’re going to be sensible. “She tried everything, and last of all she tried the stage. Can you lend me some stuff?” “You ARE a chap!” said Constance, and warmed only slowly from the idea of dissuasion to the idea of help. Ray Plote would not leave a written explanation. " "I know not how to act," exclaimed Jack, almost driven to desperation. On their left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side, and a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon the black water.
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