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Wood," cried David, pouring out a glass of the spirit, and
offering it to the carpenter, "that'll warm the cockles of your heart. But I have not done so, and will not. ‘Parbleu, the house, is it broken in the least? I do
not think so. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may
even now have got scent of me. She could neither
speak nor move nor cry out. I next proceeded to Jenny Bunch's, the Ship, in Trig
Lane—there I got the same answer. ‘And if not her, for she is dead, then
me. Jack had no sooner taken his place in the cart, than he was followed by the
ordinary, who seated himself beside him, and, opening the book of prayer, began
to read aloud.
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