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ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. ‘Thought it was downright wicked to keep you ignorant of your proper background.
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