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"An' now -- wot about my door? " demanded a gruff voice. Starting, I turned to find the landlord at my elbow and immediately my forlornness grew intensified. I felt miserably helpless and at a loss, for the man's sullen face seemed to hold positive menace and I yearned mightily for Anthony's masterful presence beside me or a little of his polite ferocity.
"Come -- wot about my door? " demanded the landlord, more threatening than ever. "Ten shillin' won't mend my door -- "