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" "But I never can forget it, Winny. He was a philosopher. “Don’t they look like a pair of young lovers sleeping off a tryst?” He observed. "At a place we call the Dark House at Queenhithe," answered Jonathan, "a sort of under-ground tavern or night-cellar, close to the river-side, and frequented by the crew of the Dutch skipper, to whose care he's to be committed. “What makes you ask such a question, Vee?” she said. ’ She stopped, her lips tightening. So frightful, indeed, were the ravages of this malady, to which debtors and felons were alike exposed, that its miserable victims were frequently carried out by cart-loads, and thrown into a pit in the burial-ground of Christ-church, without ceremony. And with a hideous expression of pain, he fainted. Then it was the woman herself who was changed. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes. 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. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead. Guiltily, she felt very little for him, and yet she wondered what he would be like.
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