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“But where are you going? Lucy, you’re safe here. ’ A burning at his chest, the general ground his teeth. I tell you what, Thames," he added, flinging himself carelessly into a chair, "I'd give my right hand,—and that's no light offer for a carpenter's 'prentice,—if that little minx were half as fond of me as she is of you. E. I have come thirteen thousand miles for this young fellow; I'm ready to go galloping thirteen thousand more.
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