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“I’ve never been prone to them. Heaven forbid. The point is, Spurlock was coming along: queerly, by his own imagination. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. "Where am I?" asked Spurlock. " "And you want me to find a minister?" she asked, with ready comprehension. The man had favoured him with a brief nod, but the girl had gone so far as to offer a tiny smile, and a look under her lashes with which not even Gerald, for all his scant interest in female society, could fail to be familiar. Go and live somewhere else. Wild," observed Austin, as he put on his coat, and adjusted his minor bob.
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