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I'll tote it myself. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. She was particularly charmed by his theory of friendship. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing.
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