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But Jack did not heed them. “I see nothing of my sister,” she said. While the cloth was laid, the host and Thames descended to the cellar, whence they returned, laden with a number of flasks of the same form, and apparently destined to the same use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable print—the Modern Midnight Conversation. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers.
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