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Mrs. Winston. I cried (Molly was driving),
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What is the matter? she implored.
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Are you ill? Have we run over anything?
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No, but look there, I said eagerly.
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What an outfit for a camping tour! My mouth waters only at sight of it.
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Greedy fellow, commented Jack from the tonneau.
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Drive on, Molly. Get him past the shop. He doesn't really want any of those things, and wouldn't use them if he had them. The sooner he forgets the better.
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Never shall I forget that Instantaneous Breakfast for an Alpiniste, I fiercely protested,
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Hang your mule! exclaimed Jack.
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I was hoping you'd forgotten all about him by this time, and had made up your mind to go on with us indefinitely.
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Lord Lane isn't a _chameleon_, Jack, said she,
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Please, both of you come in and help me choose,
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Alice in Wonderland.
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shop, and it did business under the strange device:
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Magasin Suisse d'Equipment Sportif.