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She was suddenly grave. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. "He has passed this way," cried Jonathan, exultingly; "I have him safe enough. “You will have to eat soon,” he said cryptically. Beck, it smells wonderful in here. “What do you mean, hanging round with my wife?” he answered fiercely. It was only some hours after that these ambiguous elements evaporated and vanished and loathing came, and she really began to be thoroughly sick and ashamed of the whole disgraceful quarrel and scuffle. "He never let me keep a dog or a cat about the house.
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