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They WERE weird. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. Take it, if I die. After a little further discourse the old man took his departure. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. The colouring was green and white, with softly shaded electric lights, an alcove bedstead, which was a miracle of daintiness, white furniture, and a long low dressing-table littered all over with a multitude of daintily fashioned toilet appliances. She had looked forward to an explanation. It was there in the breast pocket, stiff and legal looking.
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