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After church, Dr. Toole walking up to the Mills, to pay an afternoon visit to poor little Mrs. Nutter, was overtaken by Mr. Lowe, the magistrate who brought his tall, iron-gray hunter to a walk as he reached him.
'Any tidings of Nutter?' asked he, after they had, in the old world phrase, given one another the time of day.
'Not a word,' said t
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