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ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. But, no. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. " And, as the weights were removed, he fainted. A woman touched him lightly on the arm, and smiled into his face. The address was of course her destination, thousands of miles away, an infinitesimal spot in a terrifying space.
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