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Gutter, says Phil. Watchman tumbled over me. Then, vagabondizing came natural to you from the beginning. As natral as possible, says Phil. Good night! Good night, guvner. Phil cannot even go straight to bed, but finds it necessary to shoulder round two sides of the gallery, and then tack off at his mattress. The trooper, after taking a turn or two in the rifle-distance, and looking up at the moon now shining through the skylights, strides to his own mattress by a shorter route and goes to bed too. |
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