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And so Misther Wudd lives near the Black Lion, eh?" "He does," replied Thames. There was a sharp knocking at the outside door. It was a clear, lovely, October morning. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own. " "I'll have a look-see before I make any decision.
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