All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. Playing with one hand he turned on his stool to glance at her. "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. Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer.
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