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little more than playing at Bohemianism. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the
hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and
broke his leg. Her father held some printed
document in his hand, and appeared not to observe her entry. And
on Monday and Tuesday she had failed to find him here. She sought hastily in her mind for a
plausible answer to an obvious question that didn’t come. Now, it
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