" "Zounds! David Pugh, don't you know your old friend and countryman?" exclaimed the carpenter. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter. The path he had selected conducted him to his mother's humble dwelling. I’ve made up my mind. " "We shall have a durty night on it, to a sartinty, landlord," observed an old oneeyed sailor, who sat smoking his pipe by the fire-side. There's our young friend upstairs. Kneebone, on his return from Manchester.
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