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Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding between us," observed the woollen-draper. Traversing Angel Court, and Green Arbour Court,—celebrated as one of Goldsmith's retreats,—he speedily reached Seacoal Lane, and pursuing the same course, which he and Thames had formerly taken, arrived at the yard at the back of Jonathan's habitation. At last—I told a story. At second hand it would be unendurable. ” “Certainly,” Mrs. On their left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side, and a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon the black water. " "Poor soul!" ejaculated her son. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. ” Brendon went very pale. But I don’t care; I haven’t a spark of shame.
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