What are you after, anyway?
He had the right change for his sovereign.
"Just so, says Cloete.

He walks into the parlour, and there he sees our Stafford; hair all up on end, landlord's shirt and pants on, bare feet in slippers, sitting by the fire.

When he sees Cloete he casts his eyes down.
"You didn't mean us ever to meet again, Mr.Cloete, Stafford says, demurely.

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