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He did not move. Some years ago, in 1715, just before the Rebellion, I was rash enough to league myself with the Jacobite party, and by Wild's machinations got clapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to escape with my head upon my shoulders. And now, a fair exchange, Sir. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. It is at the lodge that we stay. He felt her observance and warmed to it. I cannot turn into a bat.
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