I don’t know anyone. She is no longer mine; she is yours. As he entered the shop, a tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the present proprietor. “You shall,” she said. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields.
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