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This horrible piece of deformity, who acted as drawer and cellarman, and was a constant butt to the small wits of the jail, was nicknamed the Black Dog of Newgate. ” “Then, by God!” he said, “you’ll be locked up!” Ann Veronica was disconcerted for a moment. "Your health, Kneebone. "Do you compare your love—a love which all may purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me. " "Both are dead," observed the knight, gloomily. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. Then to the Golden Ball, in the same street.
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