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THE UNTIMELY DEMISE OF RAY PLOTE
Later that night after the dishes were washed and the
garbage taken out, Lucy and the Beck's natural daughter
retired to their shared bedroom. I'll turn cracksman, like my father—rob old
Wood—he has chests full of money, and I know where they're kept—I'll rob
him, and give the swag to you, Poll—I'll—"
Jack would have said more; but, losing his balance, he fell to the ground, and,
when taken up, he was perfectly insensible. ‘You see, it is that my papa, he is without sympathy,’ said the lady sadly. While the cloth was laid, the host and Thames descended to
the cellar, whence they returned, laden with a number of flasks of the same form,
and apparently destined to the same use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable
print—the Modern Midnight Conversation. They are our food, Lucia, nothing more. It was such an
unexpected stroke of fortune. One must get them with exactly the same intensity. “Are you with us?” said the tired woman. He hasn't found
himself, as they say.
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