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Suddenly the bottle-green coat ripped and tore as its wearer broke

free; there was the thud of a blow, and Barnabas staggered back with

blood upon his face--staggered, I say, and in that hed fierce and short, and stepped lightly

aside and smote him clean and true under the chin, a little to one

side

The gentleman's fists fleide, he twisted upon his heels, pitched

over upon his face, and lay still

Srave

"Indeed," said he, "indeed it was a great pity to spoil such a

wonderful coat"

So he turned away, and co