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Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. It was necessary to think, and think quickly. " Figg turned aside to hide the tears that started to his eyes,—for the stout prizefighter, with a man's courage, had a woman's heart,—and the procession again set forward. Wood turned to look at him. " "Help me through at all hazards, Poll," cried Jack, straining towards the opening. " "Don't mention such a thing, Sir," interrupted the tapstress. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. " Sheppard started to his feet.
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