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“But was it wise to sing to-night?”
“Why not? The man was nothing to me. Mr. His frame was wasted,
and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard,
which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. . “He’s got good taste, you
know. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the
heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was
little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. “You must not think of me as one.
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