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she were to tell him the full story of her relations with Ramage. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can
promise you. "Good gracious! so I do," exclaimed his amiable consort. ‘You! Tell this fool who is the keeper here to come to me at once. “I could not have stayed in Paris and waited for news. With a view to raise recruits for his
corps, the warlike woollen-draper started for Lancashire, under the colour of a
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