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We had better have it over. " "Then I'll lend a helping hand. I’ll need you to go back to the barracks and fetch more men up to town. "So I did," retorted Mrs. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. But it’s love you should’ve had when you were tiny and I didn’t give it to you. ‘Jacques, where are you hurt?’ But as she asked the question, she saw the wound. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian.
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