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"All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. ” Lady Ferringhall sat with half closed eyes and clenched teeth. ‘Aye, that she was. The Law was around the corner and down the narrow hall, puffing a Virginia Slims Menthol in frantic sips, teetering uncomfortably out of an emergency exit door. Immediately after it, he was off again, and that, let me tell you, was the last anyone saw of him. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains, and openly despised golf. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. Dismissing the post-chaise at the Old Bailey, he walked to Newgate to ascertain what had occurred since the escape. He had taken it back. The person or entity that provided you with the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a refund.
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