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He drew her closer. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. As soon as the latter beheld him, she uttered a loud scream, and fainted. "I have just parted from one," said Trenchard. “Come, we must go home and have some luncheon. "Your uncle, Sir Rowland?" "It is no idle boasting," replied the other. She flew up the covered stairs and knocked upon his door.
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