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"No trouble," said Mr. Hoopdriver. "Only I can't very well--I leave it
to you, you know. I don't want to make any mystery of it, so far as
that goes." Should he plunge boldly and be a barrister? That anyhow was
something pretty good. But she might know about barristry.
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I think I could guess what you are."
Well--guess," said Mr. Hoopdriver.
You come from one of the colonies?"
Dear me!" said Mr. Hoopdriver, veering round to the new wind. "How did
you find out THAT?" (the man was born in a London suburb, dear Reader.)
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I guessed," she said.
He lifted his eyebrows as one astonished, and clutched a new piece of
grass.
"You were educated up country."
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Good again," said Hoopdriver, rolling over again into her elbow.
You're a CLAIRVOY ant." He bit at the grass, smiling. "Which colony was
it?"
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