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Except that this music we have been swimming in is divine. I'll turn cracksman, like my father—rob old Wood—he has chests full of money, and I know where they're kept—I'll rob him, and give the swag to you, Poll—I'll—" Jack would have said more; but, losing his balance, he fell to the ground, and, when taken up, he was perfectly insensible. There’d only be endless rows if I was at home. I don’t care if you never tell me any of your secrets.
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