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HOLIDAYS AT BRIGHTON. |
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CHAPTER I.
" Edward! Edward!" cried little Lewis Ashton ; " when will you open your sleepy eyes ? Here I am almost dressed, and you are not awake yet. You forget we are not in London, where nothing is to be seen but dull streets and black looking houses ; or at school, where the first thing to be heard in the morning, is the sound
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