“He fell over at my feet,” she continued. Attempts were made upon the door of the Lodge; but it was too strong to be forced. Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters.
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