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FOOTNOTES: [A] At the hospital of Saint Giles for Lazars, the prisoners conveyed from the City of London towards Tyburn, there to be executed for treasons, felonies, or other trespasses, were presented with a Bowl of Ale, thereof to drink, as their last refreshing in this life. First, I went to Country Tom's, the Goat, in Long Lane. "Do you compare your love—a love which all may purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. These fellows must be right,” he added thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere. Wild's name. “You underestimate your own sickness, and the ill humors that struck you may strike again. ‘Let her go. He is an awfully good sort— and now he has come to me to help him if I can. She stole her glances sideways like the rest of the women. The evil in his eyes towards her was explosive.
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