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She drew it out with shaking fingers. ‘Possibly,’ he said. ” “In a minute, in a minute,” he answered, his eyes fixed upon Anna. By many a highwayman many a draught Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft, Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down, And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown.
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