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He felt he was human wisdom prudentially interpolated. " "A miniature! Of whom?" "That I can't say," replied Jack, mysteriously. Wood again made his appearance in a more composed frame of mind, and, at his daughter's earnest solicitation, was induced to partake of some refreshment. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. “Are you a special sort of clergyman,” she said, after a pause, and looking down her nose at him, “or do you go to the Universities?” “Oh!” he said, profoundly. "What in the world is it?" he asked. Then he sat down and filled his pipe slowly and thoughtfully.
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