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" With your foodle doo! "Thames Darrell has my heart alone, A noble youth, e'en you must own; And, if from him my love could stir, Jack Sheppard I should much prefer!" With his foodle doo! "Do you refuse my toast?" cried Jack, impatiently. They walked in silence. In stature, he was short and stumpy; in person, corpulent; and in countenance, sleek, snub-nosed, and demure. "Mr. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "a letter, beginning 'dearest Aliva,'—that's your mother's name, Thames. " "Couldn't … couldn't I go with you this afternoon?" "Too hot.
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