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I met you here as Lady Ferringhall. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. They fell into step again. I never realized how fabulous all those homemade dishes were. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. "Stand aside, Tom," commanded Kneebone.
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