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“I shall be waiting for you there, and in the meantime, if you will help yourself—pray don’t look like that. " "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred. No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. Wood, severely, "and go to bed. Rushing towards the entrance of the well-hole, Blueskin touched the secret spring. The evenings were dulcet and soft. ” Her eyes were lit with humour.
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