"Certainly," replied Jonathan, with the most perfect sangfroid, "I'll undertake to free you from the boy. Wood," added she in a hollow voice, and with a ghastly look, "gin may bring ruin; but as long as poverty, vice, and ill-usage exist, it will be drunk. But he was wide awake. I hope—I am sure that he did not see me. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. "Curse me, if I don't think all the world means to cross the Thames this fine night," observed Ben.
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