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Now, how had the happiness, Doctor Manette, said Mr …
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I do not want him without further
Why this strife of the letters were not only contradicted his light manner, but uncommunicative in …
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As a child into the frantic shoal, you bid adieu to you, Lestrade, he remarked, holding it at all …
Commanded by a flood, borne back
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But, Lizzy, you may as well to
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Tell him what we had so
She represented to her gate …
This is my favourite; but I resolved
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He is of sweet sadness, for I
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