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A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. ” She drove off in a little fiacre, nodding and smiling at Sir John, who remained upon the Avenue. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. Capes looked at one and not over one, spoke to one, treated one as a visible concrete fact.
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