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Mr. Parsons was pondering on a certain question.
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| Fourteen years, guv'nor. Westbury, sir, I was one of them. | |
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| Have you lost your sight entirely? | |
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The beggar had told this story many times before.
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| Yes I was! Everything was exploding around me, and a big guy behind me grabs my leg. He says, "Let me past you!" | |
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Mr. Parsons had heard the story before, but a slightly different version.
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| Not quite. It was the other way around, I was the one who was left behind and you were the one who trampled over me, Mr. Markwardt. And yes, I'm blind as well. | |
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