“Lucy! You found me! I was just about to sleep some of those rum and Cokes off like the pig I am. ’ ‘Oh,’ Gerald uttered, disappointed. "By my shoul!" he exclaimed, smacking his lips, "dat ish goot—very goot. “What were you trying to do?” Lucy asked. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap. They buried him in Willesden churchyard after the robbery. Only I’m so incensed with that crazy fool Gerald that—oh, well, never mind.
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