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The Monctons: A Novel, Volume I

CHAPTER IX
5/23

I ordered the groom to bring up my mare at eleven.

The rain commenced at ten.

I think it means to keep on at this rate all day." He cast a peevish glance at the dusty ground-glass windows.
"There's no catching a glimpse of heaven through these dim panes.

My father's clerks are not called upon to resist the temptation of looking into the streets." "They might not inappropriately be called the pains and penalties of lawyer's clerks," said I, smothering my anger, as I saw by the motion of Harrison's head, that he was suffering from an agony of suppressed laughter.
"Not a bad idea that.

The plan of grinding the glass was suggested by me.


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