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“I suppose you have a large farm, Mr. Wopp,” said Nell Gordon. Thus adjured, Howard began, while Mrs. Wopp leaned back in her chair rocking vigorously. All this time Mr. Wopp had carried and brushed and shaken stove-pipe lengths until his face and bald head resembled a latticework trellis. Only one length remained to be operated on before proceeding to the upper storey, where the stove-pipe continued its tortuous way to the chimney, warming sundry rooms on its beneficent course..
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