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Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. “I haven’t a scrap—of this sort of aversion. He did not like it, he said, with a significant look, to be reminded of either his books or his dinners after he had done with them. "The men. CHAPTER XVII. "This will be very comfortable. “I am sure of it. "It's a mercy you both escaped!" ejaculated Wood, only just finding his tongue. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke. The bridge was open. Were any thing to happen to him, Newgate wouldn't be what it is, nor Tyburn either. The gentleman catched him i' th' fact, and we shut him up for safety i' that pris'n. ‘I have not asked for this trouble from anyone. It clicked and the bookshelf was once more intact.
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