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The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. . "Attend to me, Mrs. The man had favoured him with a brief nod, but the girl had gone so far as to offer a tiny smile, and a look under her lashes with which not even Gerald, for all his scant interest in female society, could fail to be familiar. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. "Do you call neglecting your work, and singing flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many a master would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for your solitary confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences. He entered the driver’s side, not inserting the keys in the ignition.
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