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Forgive me. Within that dungeon lay Captain Bew, Rumbold and Whitney—a jolly crew! All carved their names on the stone, and all Share the fate of the brave Du Val! With their chisels so fine, tra la! "Save us!" continued the apprentice, "I hope this beam doesn't resemble the Newgate stone; or I may chance, like the great men the song speaks of, to swing on the Tyburn tree for my pains. “What I am after is that beauty isn’t a special inserted sort of thing; that’s my idea. A discreet husband would leave the dispensation of his bounty, where women are concerned, to his wife. She simply refuses to see or hear from me again. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story.
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