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If you hang Jack Sheppard,
you'll cut off the flower o' the purfession. Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a
corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for
good liquor and good living. He was standing up with the telegram crumpled in his hand. White. "And his lordship, furthermore, requests me to state," proceeded Sharples, in a
hoarse tone, "that he'll be responsible for the doctors' bill of all such gem'men as
have received broken pates, or been otherwise damaged in the fray—ough!
ough!"
"Hurrah!" shouted the mob. If I do
not look after her, she has no one.
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