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It was a purse. "You've given him a broken head, I perceive. The white veil had fallen to the ground and Gerald retrieved it for her. You may well say it's impossible! His Majesty's jail of Newgate is admirably guarded, I must say. You’re not to go. It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. Now, the reward?" "I have but an ill-furnished purse. I am a pauper, and as yet I have not discovered how to earn money. “I WILL be arrested! I WON’T go home!” the little old lady was screaming over and over again. I care for you.
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