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“That’s very true,” said Michael, thoughtfully. “By Jove! how fast things move, except in politics, and fog.” Their cab had come to a standstill. Michael let down the window again. “I’m fair lost, sir,” said the driver’s hoarse voice. “Ought … Continue reading

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