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"Take him home, Saunders," said Sir Rowland, resigning his faulty steed to the attendant's care, "I shall not require you further. ‘Then it is that you will have pity? Here we have come, we poor, for aid. The land about these walls is a common graveyard. Goodbye. " "A clever device," replied Jonathan; "but it won't serve your turn. ‘I went to see him because I thought he ought to know about you, having already been imposed upon by our friend Gosse. It’s one of our conventional superstitions. ’ Then she came closer and put her hand on his chest so that it rested on the braid that decorated his scarlet coat.
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