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Wood became sensible that he was not alone. But, no. Neither did his interest,—which was by no means inconsiderable,—nor his general popularity, procure him the preferment he desired. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. ‘What do you say of these troops?’ ‘You see, we’re militia. I undid his coat, and I took it from his pocket.
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