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The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. I will take you for thirty-five shillings a week. "Where?" she cried. The soldiers! They must not find her here. " "What right have you to suppose this, Sir?" demanded Trenchard, sternly.
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