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his life Polly had a sense of irreparable loss.
A minute or so after Platt dashed in.
"Ugh!" he said, and then discovered Polly. Polly was leaning out of
the window and did not look around. Platt went up to him.
"
He's gone already," said Platt. "Might have stopped to say good-by to
a chap."
There was a little pause before Polly replied. He thrust his finger
into his mouth and gulped.
"Bit on that beastly tooth of mine," he said, still not looking at
Platt. "It's made my eyes water, something chronic. Any one might
think I'd been doing a blooming Pipe, by the look of me."
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