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“I changed my last shilling yesterday. Then they rode off at speed. Part 2 The next morning was as dark and foggy as if it was mid-November instead of early March. With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. Playing with one hand he turned on his stool to glance at her. ’ He threw one arm across his own chest and clapped himself on the shoulder.
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