It moved a trifle, stepping back and lifting an arm to rub the sleeve against the glass. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said. "Well, Jack," said the prize-fighter, in a rough, but friendly voice, and with a cutand-thrust abrupt manner peculiar to himself; "how are you, lad, eh? Sorry to see you here.
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