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They're fine gentlemen, Fancy. And those in the ranks are finest of all. Then he told her a story about two men in a London regiment, both privates and chums. One was an East-ender; the father of the other owned a house in Park Lane. The Cockney asked his chum if he had ever visited Whitechapel. The other remembered that he had bought a bull-terrier from a fancier in the Mile End Road. He remembered, also, that he had been handsomely
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over the deal. After a pause, the Cockney said with a grin:
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I sold you that dawg, Algy. What a mug you was then!
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Gradually, too, she perceived a change in his face: he had