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—He runs more risk there, said Eugenius, than thou.
Eugenius's wit and affection brought blood into the cheek from whence it had been some months banish'd—'twas a vile moment to bid adieu in; he led me to my chaise—Allons! said I; the post boy gave a crack with his whip—off I went like a cannon, and in half a dozen bounds got into Dover.
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