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“Never mind me. Luckily, Mrs. ‘It is London’s loss, ma’am. You’ve got to adjust yourself to the people God has set about you. “Who can tell?” she said. The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cut and scar, and stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, which an Englishman always delights to contemplate, because he conceives it to be characteristic of his countrymen. She had not felt comfortable in his presence from the first, and with Leonardo’s precepts in mind, was loath to trust him. There was a sharp knocking at the outside door.
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