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The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in
some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. He pulled
on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse
logo, his brown socks, and shoes. . Shortly afterwards,—it seemed an age to the anxious mother,—Mr. ”
Part 2
Her aunt came to meet her outside Canongate, and, being a little confused
between what was official and what was merely a rebellious slight upon our
national justice, found herself involved in a triumphal procession to the
Vindicator Vegetarian Restaurant, and was specifically and personally cheered
by a small, shabby crowd outside that rendezvous. “No! My father. He beamed as she whispered to
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him that she had seen a table so fine or tasted such
wonders. "Oh! nothin' partickler—mere curossity," replied Terence. They agreed
to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the
communal trunk.
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