He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. ’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. Kneebone's habitation, the shutters of which were closed, and knocked at the door. Hollo rumbled in his throat.
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