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John, said his wife, bustling into the room,
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Captain Martaingail wishes to know if he can see you an instant: he is on his horse at the door.
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Lord bless me, Mary! surely, sticking his feet into his slippers and rushing to the front door. The Captain was a favourite of his. The gin he was drinking was a present to him from the Captain; the
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Bell's Life