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The poor widow was thrown into an agony of distress on learning that a robbery had been committed, in which her son (for she could not doubt that Jack was one of the boys,) was implicated; nor was her anxiety alleviated by Mrs. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. ’ ‘You should be happy that you are not dead,’ she retorted, but with a diminution of the venom and fright in her voice. 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. She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. Get nothing out of me. . “Now listen. Mr. He became ugly and monstrous, dunning her, threatening her, assailing her.
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