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"Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards. " "And why not, old saltwater?" inquired Ben, turning a quid in his mouth. “That’s the point. " So saying, he threw himself into a chair. The spinsters were not kind; they were only curious because she was odd and wore a dress thirty years out of date. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. Amongst other things, he had just brought down an old laced bavaroy, a species of surtout much worn at the period. " "Decidedly so," replied Edgeworth Bess; "and I'll take this opportunity, while Jack's back is turned,—for he's grown so strangely particular,—of easing him of his snuff-box.
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