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The Fighting Chance

CHAPTER VIII CONFIDENCES
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One of them, Tom O'Hara, joined them, slamming his crop on the desk beside Plank and spreading himself over an arm-chair, from the seat of which he forcibly removed Mortimer's feet without excuse.
"Drink?
Of course I want a drink!" he replied irritably to Fleetwood--"one, three, ten, several! Billy, whose weasel-bellied pinto was that you were kicking your heels into in the park?
Some of the squadron men asked me--the major.

Oh, beg pardon! Didn't know you were trying to stick Mortimer with him.

He might do for the troop ambulance, inside! ...

What?
Oh, yes; met Mr.Blank--I mean Mr.Plank--at Shotover, I think.

How d'ye do?
Had the pleasure of potting your tame pheasants.
Rotten sport, you know.


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