"There can be only one explanation," he muttered. "David is mad.",
"Hush, he's coming," warned Patricia, turning pale in spite of her brave words. "Listen, he has begun.",
"Thankee, sir. I'll get free quarters and grub for a week," cried Battersea, rubbing his grimy hands. "My eye, 'ere's oppolance. Can I go now, sir?".
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