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What do you want?
he says, trying to look fierce.
"It seems that ructions had come in the basement of that boarding-house, and the widow lady had turned on him (being jealous mad), to the extent of talking of the police.

_That_ Mr.Stafford couldn't stand; so he cleared out like a scared stag, and there he was, chucked into the streets, so to speak.

Cloete looked so savage as he went to and fro that he hadn't the spunk to tackle him; but George seemed a softer kind to his eye.