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“Well,” he said at last slowly, “I’ll pay it. After all, why should I care what strangers think?" Ruth asked with sudden heat. "What's that to you?" retorted Jack, surlily. "It is never too late. It was then, I am sure, empty. I hope to see the day, when not Southwark alone, but London itself shall become one Mint,—when all men shall be debtors, and none creditors,— when imprisonment for debt shall be utterly abolished,—- when highwayrobbery shall be accounted a pleasant pastime, and forgery an accomplishment, —when Tyburn and its gibbets shall be overthrown,—capital punishments discontinued,—Newgate, Ludgate, the Gatehouse, and the Compters razed to the ground,—Bridewell and Clerkenwell destroyed,—the Fleet, the King's Bench, and the Marshalsea remembered only by name! But, in the mean time, as that day may possibly be farther off than I anticipate, we are bound to make the most of the present. Brown engaged in the usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. "Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. . " "Oh, no,—no," replied Mrs.
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