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The man was my husband. Over these boards the two arms of a guide-post serve to direct the wayfarer—on the right hand to the neighbouring villages of Neasdon and Kingsbury, and on the left to the Edgeware Road and the healthy heights of Hampstead. He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. " "I tell you what, Jack," said Gay, "I've several urgent engagements this morning; but I'll return to-morrow, and hear the rest of your story. "We have cured his obstinacy, you perceive," he added to Marvel.
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