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“MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. With this view he struck off into a narrow street on the left, and soon entered a small alehouse, over the door of which hung the sign of the "Welsh Trumpeter. Together they made their painful way to the door, not even checking, in the effort this cost both, on what Gosse might be doing. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. And, if you hear any odd noise in the parlour, don't mind it. Those were dreams. "But you've given me what I don't possess.
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