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Wood,—"he'll never mend. Lucy looked about confusedly. "I am quite easy now; receive my blessing, my dear son; and if we never meet again, rest assured my last prayer shall be for you. "I alone am to blame. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city gates, or on London Bridge. There's a feather in your cap! No house-breaker was ever so highly honoured before. Do you promise to do this?" "Solemnly," rejoined the carpenter.
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