"Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. It was always jabbing him with white-hot barbs, waking or sleeping.
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