"—Chip of the old block! the editor cried, clapping Stephen on the shoulder. Let us go. Where are those blasted keys?
He fumbled in his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets.
- Foot and mouth. I know. That'll be all right. That'll go in. Where are they? That's all right." (U7.899)
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