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a good many of his evenings in the sitting-room at Har-
rington Street with his feet in a pail of cold water. His
companion on these occasions was Bell, the lad in the hab-
erdashery, who stayed in often to arrange the stamps he
collected. As he fastened them with little pieces of stamp-
paper he whistled monotonously.
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