“Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. Spurling's sooty imp, Caliban. ‘Unheard of, ain’t it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. Kneebone's door, you begged me to await your return here, assuring me you would not detain me five minutes. Our men had him fast, held down in a chair.
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