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" "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. "Show me your warrant!" said Wood, almost driven to his wit's-end; "perhaps it isn't regular?" "Ask him who he is?" suggested Thames. It was about twelve feet high, nine wide, and fourteen long; and was approached by double doors each six inches thick. She gloried in it: he needed her. Some of their specimens—wonderfully selected, wonderfully got up. It is the vapouring school girl. I’d do anything, Vee. He occupied one of the smaller houses near the station. However, if I've lost one servant, I've gained another, that's one comfort. "It is", seplied Winifred; "have you brought any tidings of Thames Darrell!" "Troth have I!" replied Terence: "but, bless your angilic face, how did you contrive to guess that?" "Is he well?—is he safe?—is he coming back," cried the little girl, disregarding the question. "Going to befuddle himself between now and dinner," was the comment of Prudence.
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