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And I find I can't tell one stay from another!" McClintock laughed. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. ’ ‘Hadn’t the wit, you mean. I next proceeded to Jenny Bunch's, the Ship, in Trig Lane—there I got the same answer. One cannot trust any man at all. His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. Mr.
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