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“She’s my wife,” the man muttered. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. ‘For that I shall certainly not leave until you have told me every tiny detail. “Yeah, I’ve heard that story. “I won’t have you quarrelling and crying in the Avenue,” he said. Predictably, Charvill turned on him. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said. Well, they’d got to the pheasants, and in a little while he would smoke. Some of them are now buried at the bottom of the Thames.
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