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soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with
its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes,
each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. "Square accounts with the rascal who got up the sham arrest; and, if he don't tip
the cole without more ado, give him a taste of the pump, that's all. "
"Make good your assertions," cried Trenchard, furiously, "or——"
"To the proof," interrupted the stranger, calmly. The hansom drove off. ” Cathy ruffled Lucy’s curly hair. Figg?" said Jack, peevishly.
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