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CHAPTER I. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. "Take it," cried Wood, holding the infant towards her; "take it, and fly. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. " "That's impossible," replied Jack. Anna was not “Alcide” of the “Ambassador’s,” whose subtly demure smile and piquant glances had called him to her side from the moment of their first meeting.
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