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Golden Farmer, dressed in appropriately rustic style, overtook near Gerrard's Cross a certain Squire Broughton, a barrister of the Middle Temple, and entered into conversation with him. When he learned the profession of this chance acquaintance, he pretended to be on his way to London to advise with a solicitor, and, expressing himself as fortunate in meeting one learned in the law, asked him if he could recommend counsel. Broughton, scenting business, bespoke for himself, and the
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Golden Farmer,
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It is very actionable, said the lawyer,
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Damage Fesant? asked the highwayman.
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What's that, pray, sir?
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Red Lion,
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Red Lion,
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If I may be so bold as to ask you, sir, said the Golden Farmer,
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Why, said the lawyer,