‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. "How!" exclaimed Sheppard. . "A little, Sir," replied the executioner, with a grim smile. I expect you had been snubbing him terribly. Farewell. If I'd been in the way, instead of Jonathan Wild, that accident wouldn't have happened.
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