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The manager stared at the empty doorway for a space, shrugged, and returned to his ledgers. Courtlaw—Lady Mackinnor. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. The Closing Scene 472 EPOCH THE FIRST. I have come thirteen thousand miles for this young fellow; I'm ready to go galloping thirteen thousand more. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. There's a feather in your cap! No house-breaker was ever so highly honoured before.
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