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“It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol.
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