“You’ve got my view,” he said, after a pensive second. . He came over to me. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. "Long life to the Marquis!" reiterated Terence; "he's an honour to ould Ireland!" "Didn't I tell you how it would be?" remarked Quilt. What passed between them I cannot think—I dare not. He made some obvious comments on the wide view warming toward its autumnal blaze that spread itself in hill and valley, wood and village, below.
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