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ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. It was below consciousness, elusive; so he sent out a call to his friend, defensively. "I give you all of my genius, and you say—'Get out!' I am some kind of a dog. \"Just fine, John.
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