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“And this is Mr. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. ‘Dunderhead. Great vistas of history opened, and she and her aunt were near reverting to the primitive and passionate and entirely indecorous arboreal—were swinging from branches by the arms, and really going on quite dreadfully—when their arrival at the Palsworthys’ happily checked this play of fancy, and brought Ann Veronica back to the exigencies of the wrappered life again. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. Sheppard, he turned to quit the churchyard. “None, I thank you,” he answered. ” “It isn’t nice getting there. But his grief was of short duration. ” Ennison thought so too half an hour later, when having cut out from one of the bridge tables he settled down for a chat with Annabel.
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