The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. "Shall I shoot him?" "Yes! yes! put it to his ear!" cried Mrs. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. Another glass, Jack.
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