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She went from period to period exactly as she would have read prose; so that sense and music were equally balanced. She barely heard a word that Martin or Brown said, until Martin’s voice chimed. But the aunt seized her in her arms and rocked with her. But in that reservation it may be she went a little beyond the converse of his view. \"Yep. “I’ve gotta go. I hope to see the day, when not Southwark alone, but London itself shall become one Mint,—when all men shall be debtors, and none creditors,— when imprisonment for debt shall be utterly abolished,—- when highwayrobbery shall be accounted a pleasant pastime, and forgery an accomplishment, —when Tyburn and its gibbets shall be overthrown,—capital punishments discontinued,—Newgate, Ludgate, the Gatehouse, and the Compters razed to the ground,—Bridewell and Clerkenwell destroyed,—the Fleet, the King's Bench, and the Marshalsea remembered only by name! But, in the mean time, as that day may possibly be farther off than I anticipate, we are bound to make the most of the present. Dear me, what a difference it has made! No one would ever think that we were sisters. I am fairly well hardened in iniquity—your iniquity, Annabel—but I decline to have a husband thrust upon me.
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