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We remember it. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. Mother and Son XI. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. He was not quite sure whether, after all, he had been wise. Wood and several serving-men, all well armed, rushed into the room. Her father had determined on a new line. The day is already half over. ‘So this is Pottiswick’s French spy.
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