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Chapter 11. In Which Property Gets Into An Improper State Of Mind-2
"Mr. Wilson, I think," said he, in a tone of recognition, and extending his hand. "I beg your pardon, I didn't recollect you before. I see you remember me,—Mr. Butler, of Oaklands, Shelby County." "Ye—yes—yes, sir," said Mr. Wilson, like one speaking in a dream. Just then a n***o boy entered, and announced that Mas'r's room was ready. "Jim, see to the trunks," said the gentleman, negligently; then addressing himself to Mr. Wilson, he added—"I should like to have a few moments' conversation with you on business, in my room, if you please." Mr. Wilson followed him, as one who walks in his sleep; and they proceeded to a large upper chamber, where a new-made fire was crackling, and various servants flying about, putting finishing touches to the arrangements. When all was done, and the ser
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