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Meysey Hill—never your wife. They're on the forward lounge in the saloon. For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one recalcitrant horse and leading another. He reached over and took her hand. ‘Let’s see now. The three clerks fought for the only window, and saw her whisked into a hansom. “They wanted me to identify some one whom I had certainly never seen before in my life, and to tell you the truth, they were positively rude to me because I could not.
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