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She fled. "As you please, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan, with affected indifference; "but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat the ven'son, depend on 't. ‘I have told you, a whip it is nothing. " "I care for no risk, provided I can serve you," rejoined Sheppard. They found a cosy little table in the tea-rooms, and everything was delicious. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. "It reminds you of a red sea suddenly petrified.
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