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He had scarcely stirred, but remained leaning against the wall— either through weariness, or in order to be out of our way. He took little or no notice of us, but kept his eyes fixed on the pavement— for we actually boasted pavement in the High Street of our town of Norton Bury—watching the eddying rain-drops, which, each as it fell, threw up a little mist of spray.
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Now I think I had better go.
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