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The smell that emanated from the opening was abominable. Who but you would have dreamed of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian. If he had got off, they might have hanged me, and welcome. “He seems like such a nice boy. There had been fusses and scenes dimly apprehended through half-open doors. As soon as he gets into blue water, he'll think no more of pitching the boy overboard than of lighting his pipe. The unknown, previously so attractive, now presented another face—blank. The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. And will you look! His name neatly cut out from each title page. A tall elegantly dressed woman, followed by a maid, came down the broad staircase. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. . These joyful bounds just lace into the stuff of my memories and stay there forever.
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