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THE TRANTER'S PARTY.
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required, by trying to smile and to look grieved at the same time.

'If he only walk round the garden of a Sunday morning, his shirt-collar is as limp as no starch at all,' continued Mrs. Dewy, her countenance lapsing parenthetically into a housewifely expression of concern at the reminiscence.

'Come, come, you wimmen-folk; 'tis hands-across—come, come!' said the tranter; and the conversation ceased for the present.

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