First, I went to Country Tom's, the Goat, in Long Lane. I’ve never wanted to get away so much. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness. E. You know, I’ve done no work at all this afternoon. They shall hear of me no more. By this time, Jack's reputation had risen to such a height with the populace,—his exploits having become the universal theme of discourse, that the streets were almost impassable for the crowds collected to obtain a view of him.
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