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I change them in the morning at Cannon Street, and take my book as I come down. “Remember,” he said, “you are not by any means a dying man now, but you’ll never pull through if you don’t husband your strength. " "Go, Mr. Her eyes flashed. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. Kneebone," she added, drawing up her magnificent figure to its full height, and making the heavy cudgel whistle through the air, "look to yourself.
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