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Anna found herself next Sydney Courtlaw, with his friend close at hand. She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat. The release was so great that she felt tears spring from her eyes. "Why, how the devil did you happen to guess that?" cried the janizary. ’ ‘Me, miss?’ uttered Mrs Ibstock doubtfully. May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. ’ ‘Couldn’t help but do so, ma’am,’ said Mrs Ibstock.
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