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“Bishop of Barchester, I presume?” said Bertie Stanhope, putting out his hand frankly; “I am delighted to make your acquaintance. We are in rather close quarters here, a’nt we?”In truth they were. They had been crowded up behind the head of the sofa — the bishop in waiting to receive his guest, and the other in
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