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When Harry Annesley returned from Cheltenham, which he did about the beginning of February, he was a very happy man. It may be said, indeed, that within his own heart he was more exalted than is fitting for a man mortal,-for a human creature who may be cut off from his joys to-morrow, or may have the very source of his joy turned into sorrow. He wa
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