” Her mind drifted into a speculation about her sister. "Jack!" she cried, raising her head. Alas! that the punishment of his offences should fall on her head. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. I have only seen your sister for a very brief time, and I am a little past the age when a man does headstrong things. Then she raised the glass nearer to her lips.
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