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The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. “Not too bad. And she had not dressed herself in this habit of a blue so much like the sky just for his sake, no matter that Lucy had said how much this colour suited with her eyes. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. The two lovers sat together, and their sole discourse turned upon Jack and his ill-fated mother. . When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection.
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