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CHAPTER XVIII.—A PAIR OF CHECKED TROUSERS. CHAPTER XVII.—A SAMPLE OF EBENEZER WOPP’S IRE. Mannel Rodd’s round face was very solemn as in two chubby fists he held out a small box containing a number of short knobby specimens..
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