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    It was four o’clock on a misty
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    Nothing was wanting which money could buy
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    perfect taste by an unerring master
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    had nothing whatever of the parvenu
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    and filled with all that modern resources
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    formed the ceiling; and yet, amidst these
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    and filled with all that modern resources
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    e in all London if no one ever behel
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    the most beautiful dwelling-house
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    begun life as a cow-boy.
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