"— Everybody gets their own ration of luck, they say. Now you mention it his face was familiar to me. But, leaving that for the moment, how much did you part with, he queried, if I am not too inquisitive?
— Half a crown, Stephen responded. I daresay he needs it to sleep somewhere." (U16.240)
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