The usual place of embarkation was half a mile from the house, but I had an intimate conviction that, wherever Flora might be, she was not near home. Dolan: it was like the name of a woman who washed clothes. He wanted to ask somebody about it. A race of clodhoppers! MARCH 25, MORNING.
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