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Kneebone's house, the young man hastened to a hotel in the neighbourhood of Covent Garden, where, having procured a horse, he shaped his course towards the west end of the town. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. She, however, had no idea of doing anything of the sort. It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. “Can you take any from me?” “No, I won’t do that.
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