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" So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. Manning’s handwriting, and opened his letter and read some lines before its import appeared. Strike the gag, Blueskin. And the woman who showed this room was tall, with an understanding eye and the quiet manner of the well-trained servant. But the world didn’t do that.
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