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Let me take the satchel, sir. “It isn’t a joke,” she said. But she was only able to save a corner of the letter. While this was effected, intelligence was brought that a formidable mob was pouring down Field Lane, the end of which was barricaded. And for many years, that was the way it was. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. I make no apology for not being with you now. I sat within a few feet of him. Once in, the constable's manner appeared totally changed. A woman such as I am might help take care of Mr. " "I see. " Thames was about to reply, but a glance from Wood checked him.
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