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‘No doubt accompanied by the latest crim con tales. It does not matter to him either way. See? You marry me. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. Uttering a faint scream, she sank backwards, and would have fallen, if it had not been for the interposition of Blueskin, who, at that moment, staggered into the room with a candle in one hand, and the bottle in the other. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg.
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