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"He'll not trouble you on the liquor side, Mac. "Don't fire," cried the latter. " "They may find me. ” Sydney Courtlaw followed his timid knock. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. "Proclaim a public fight. “Let’s go. “No, he wouldn’t come here of all places—just now. Depend upon it, there is a place for you—waiting. "Let me see him.
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