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Yes, sir; I fetched 'em back, I did--" A sudden and curious gleam of pride crossed the smirk for an instant;--"I guess my gentleman ain't agoing to _look_ no worse than the next Fifth Avenue swell he meets--even if he ain't et no devilled kidneys for breakfast and he don't dine on no canvas-back at Delmonico's.

No, sir." Berkley sat down on the bed's edge and laughed until he could scarcely see the man, who observed him in patient annoyance.