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“Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. Most of them didn’t, anyhow. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. A radiant smile astonished him. 54 \"Yes?\" \"No one says 'Oh my word' anymore. The shot had taken effect upon the waterman who rowed the chase. There is only Gerald to see me, after all. Taking his way along East Smithfield, mounting Little Tower-hill, and threading the Minories and Hounsditch, he arrived without accident or molestation, at Moorfields.
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