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to do wid youse anyhow?’ —I says then, and she up an’ waves ’er lily white paw an’ pipes in reg’lar Lady Gwendolyn style; —‘Drive roun’ the park, James.’” —Here he paused with dramatic effect to look at his grinning
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auditors, adding as he mopped his brow with his sleeve, “Gee Willikins! I near fell off me perch.” He spat reflectively before concluding, “An’ so I brought ’em along, an’ it’s up to you to git a home fer the duchess an’ her fat friend. I ain’t hirin’ me hansom out fer a kindegarden fer the royal
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