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The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. Ousted from his old retreat, the Cross Shovels, Baptist Kettleby opened another tavern, conducted upon the same plan as the former, which he denominated the Seven Cities of Refuge. Something that is born anew each time we meet, and pines when we are separated. “If only I could afford another!” she thought regretfully. In the middle there was a gate. ‘Me and the butler didn’t see eye to eye. " "And then to be taken thus, in these disgraceful bonds!" continued Jack, "to be held up as a sight for ever!" "Why, how else would you be taken?" exclaimed the jailer, with a coarse laugh.
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