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“When did you get home last night, Lucy?” Cathy interrogated through a yawn. The door was closed— locked,—and the pair were heard descending the stairs. . Leastways, not on your own. A modest drinking bout which had its windup in a fan-tan house over in Kowloon, where O'Higgins tussled with varying fortune until five in the morning. It consisted, like pre-Roman Gaul, of three parts. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion.
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