"I thought he was rather a handsome fellow, and I thought I should have been much the same sort of fellow, if I had had any luck."
Mr. Stryver laughed till he shook his precocious paunch.
"You and your luck, Sydney! Get to work, get to work."
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Sullenly enough, the jackal loosened his dress, went into an adjoining room, and came back with a large jug of cold water, a basin, and a towel or two. Steeping the towels in the water, and partially wringing them out, he folded them on his head in a manner hideous to behold, sat down at the table, and said, "Now I am ready!"
"Not much boiling down to be done to-night, Memory," said Mr. Stryver, gaily, as he looked among his papers.
"How much?"
"Only two sets of them."
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