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" "Nay, if you're bent upon this folly," observed Wild, who appeared to have his own reasons for humouring the lad, "I shan't hinder you. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. It was his turn to express astonishment. Like a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of heavier mould. He chuckled. This spot, which still retains its name, acquired the appellation from an old crone who lived there, and who, in addition to a very equivocal character for honesty, enjoyed the reputation of being a witch. A man might be without relatives, but certainly he would not be without friends, that is to say, without letters. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. ‘He arst me to find him someone who might go with you.
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