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Couldn’t fit it inside, but the horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid. ” She drove off in a little fiacre, nodding and smiling at Sir John, who remained upon the Avenue. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames. ‘Woof!’ uttered Trodger, gazing at the lady in some awe. He had meant to come at his business in a roundabout way, but for that little slip. Losing his presence of mind, Jack quitted his hold, and dropped upon the frame.
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