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” She could not go on, for she was laughing and crying at the same time. Poor Ruth: for a father, a madman; for a husband—a thief! Spurlock rocked his body slightly. \" \"Um, liar liar pants on fire. Don’t, don’t say anything now, not anything. ” His eyes were closed. There was—a service. He was placed in a coach, handcuffed, and heavily fettered, and guarded by a vast posse of officers to Temple Bar, where a fresh relay of constables escorted him to Westminster.
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