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The Well Hole 336 XIII. Finding all attempts at conversation with his companion in misfortune in vain, Wood, in order to distract his thoughts, looked up at the gigantic structure standing, like a wall of solid darkness, before him. Miss Charvill. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate.
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