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Chapter 14 ON BRETON SOIL
A solitary traveller along a bleak and desolate road-solitary, that is, to all intents and purposes, since he could comprehend scarcely a word spoken by the sturdy Breton peasant who jogged along on foot by his horse's side.
Morice Conyers was in anything but good humour.
Away from the merry throng at Almack's and Arthur's, things in general
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