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missed the matter finally, as though it were of little consequence. “Your shaving water’s ready, sir⸺”

“Go to the devil, you cold-blooded, hard-boiled egg!” Val flung at him in exasperation.

“Yes, sir,” said Eddie, “Thank you, sir.”

 

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