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back, My first thoughts were of the rum.
monds and Roland Robertson. @trange to say,
he was one of the first men | met, le
knew me at once, gave me a hearty greeting,
and: insisted upon my going along with him to
his house.

There was no need to ask him how he was

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prosperity, his face, the happy, upright. man,
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getting on. His surroundings showed wor
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fle looked grave when | spoke of the [rum-
monds. [oor Mrs. rummond—she has: been
dead for two years. She was utterly worn out.”
“And Baisy ?”
He stroked a heavy moustache. His object,
| think, was to conceal a smile. “She is in

Bingland at. school, er holidays she spends
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with my people.”