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This path, bordered on each side by high privet hedges of the most beautiful green, soon brought them to a stile. Then to the Golden Ball, in the same street. ‘I assure you it was mutual. ‘C’est ridicule. The Frenchman was already being followed. "Don't mention it," returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who admits he has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectly satisfactory. And we won’t make it so. That is why I ask you. "Well, Sir Rowland," he said, after a brief pause, during which the knight regarded him with a searching glance, as if endeavouring to recall his features, "I will not gainsay your words. Don't be frightened of her.
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