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” “Think not,” that young man remarked laconically. Beyond was another door, on which was painted in black letters: MR. 2. ” Anna glanced up. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. God, Lucy, what’s it been, how many years?” “I’m so sorry, John. I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think.
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