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‘I went to see him because I thought he ought to know about you, having already been imposed upon by our friend Gosse. . ’ He grinned. With this view he struck off into a narrow street on the left, and soon entered a small alehouse, over the door of which hung the sign of the "Welsh Trumpeter. She was silent, the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips. She never questioned the motives of the characters; she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did correct his lapses in colour.
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