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Chapter XVII Nobody’s Rivallocked

  • Charles Dickens

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Before breakfast in the morning, Arthur walked out to look about him. As the morning was fine, and he had an hour on his hands, he crossed the river by the ferry, and strolled along a footpath through some meadows. When he came back...

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