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‘I’m taking you to Gerald, my girl. It was a purse. But when all was over, a sorrowful calm succeeded, and, if not free from grief, she was tranquil. —'How so?' says I. "Put down your burthen, monster!" shouted Wood, pointing an immense blunderbuss at him. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. "What's the matter?" he cried. That's slang, meaning you're splendid.
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