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\"I'm sorry, Larry. A deep dread calm, like that which precedes a thunderstorm, now prevailed amongst the assemblage. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. But this is all different. Brown or Jones, I dare say. "Our worthy friend was going to observe, Ma'am, that we never fail in our devotion to the fair sex," said Mr.
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