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"I was coming to give you intelligence of a comical trick played by this rascal, when I find him here—the last place, I own, where I should have expected to find him. Mr. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path. “But what can one do?” asked Ann Veronica.
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