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"Dovedale' -- DOVEDALE -- hullo!" Mr Pennycuick broke the silence of his newspaper reading. "Why, isn't that -- Well, upon my soul! it does seem as if some folks were born unlucky. Here's that poor young fellow -- first he loses a charming wife, before he's been married any time, and then the finest child going, and now here he's gone himself, before his prime, with no end of a career before him -- "
"Who?" cried Deb from the tea-table, where she was helping herself to a hot cake.