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"I declare you throw me into an ague. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. In any case, there was no doing anything on a Sunday and Brewis Charvill, his main quarry, had gone out of town unexpectedly. " "You had better write them for me, Mr. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over.
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