"Who is it, Bess?" "How should I know?" replied Edgeworth Bess. Ennison looked down on him in disgust. The other bona roba, known amongst her companions as Mistress Poll Maggot, was a beauty on a much larger scale,—in fact, a perfect Amazon. And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. His mother used to live i' this village, just down yonder; but when her son took to bad ways, she went distracted,—and now she's i' Bedlam, I've heerd. And do you, Jack, attend to your work, and mind you don't get into further mischief. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you. He would always be her friend, too.
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