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” For a time she sat on a rail before leaving the road for the downland turf. Wood was dressed with more than ordinary care, and in more than ordinary finery. Borne in the arms of a couple of assistants, and preceded by Mrs. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay.
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