"Why do you come here?
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I'm always beastly to you." "As long as you let me come--I don't mind how beastly you are." "But what do you get from it ?" Bunning looked down at his huge boots.
"Everything.

But it isn't that--it is that, without being here, I haven't got anything else." "Well, you needn't wear such boots as that--and your shirts and things aren't clean.