‘One thing at a time, missie. " "I don't care for that," replied Jack. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't refused to take me. Wild has made up his mind, and, when that's the case, all the persuasion on earth won't turn him. "I am as God made me. "How very like it is!" "Not so strange, surely," laughed Thames, "that a picture should resemble the person for whom it's intended. Gay," he added, turning to the poet.
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