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‘Who?’
‘You and Clara and me.’
‘What, on your money!’ she exclaimed, half-wrathful.
‘Why not?’
‘YOU wouldn’t be long in breaking your neck at a hurdle
race!’ she said.
‘So long as I get a good run for my money! Will you?’
‘Nay; you may settle that atween you.’
‘And you’re willing?’ he asked, amazed and rejoicing.
‘You’ll do as you like,’ said Mrs. Radford, ‘whether I’m
willing or not.’

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