"Leave the room instantly, sirrah!" rejoined the lady, bouncing up, and giving him a slap on the cheek that made his eyes flash fire. She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck. Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's daddy had a bundle of coin. Perhaps, as you say, I do not really care—but I cannot do it. “—but this cannot be.
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