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ToC Nearly nine years after the events last recorded, and about the middle of May, 1724, a young man of remarkably prepossessing appearance took his way, one afternoon, along Wych Street; and, from the curiosity with which he regarded the houses on the left of the road, seemed to be in search of some particular habitation. ‘Your master in?’ he demanded of the astonished footman, removing his cockaded hat and handing it over. ‘You cannot mean General Charvill?’ ‘That old martinet?’ exclaimed Roding. "And there you're right, you may dipind, marm," observed Terence. ” Their agreement so far seemed remarkable, and yet as a home-coming the thing was a little lacking in warmth. His feet would have the firm texture of his hands.
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