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"I'd much like to know what your business is 'ere? " demanded the coarse-featured fellow, whose grey bowler hat and gaiters gave him a distinctly horsey appearance. And as he stood in the doorway, he folded his arms defiantly and looked me straight in the face.
"My business is my own affair," I answered, facing him in disgust.