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"Well, I am blessed!" said Mr. Bliss aloud, and he got up and staggered down hill, over fields and fences, till he struck the road through the village. He went to Binks's, but no one was up. So he pushed into the yard at the side of the shop, and there was his bicycle just inside a shed. He wheeled it out, and started home. Of course he meant to come sailing down the hill again with his purse as soon as he had changed his clothes and put on his shopping hat (and had some breakfast). But you will agree it looked most suspicious. So thought Mr. Binks peeping through his bedroom window. He began to dress in a great rage, long before his usual time. "All right, my lad," said he, "I'll go straight to |
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