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. The trader you spoke about: he disliked your father, didn't he? Well, he probably played your father a horrible practical joke. Capes most trying. Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed, in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. Boldly he turned the knob of a certain door and entered. Wood had been my father, as well as yours. ’ ‘The Frenchie? I only knows as how Miss says he will ruin everything. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. 195 < 24 > A CITY IN GREECE, 589 B. “I was never at any such dinner, and I am quite sure that I do not know you.
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