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But, next minute, in afther thim stepped a sthrange gintleman none of us knew,In a terrible takin', an' pantin' as if 'twas a bellers he blew;
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Off the tiligrumph wires, an' he ups to where Quality stared at him, sthruck
Of a heap like; and somethin' he sez, that I couldn't exactually hear,
But a somethin' the others weren't wishful Miss Honor should guess, that was clear,
For they all wint hush-hushin'; however, I'm thinkin' she heard what he said,
And I saw her take hold o' the paper, an' what- ever was in it she read.
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