" "I hope you never may, my love," humbly acquiesced the carpenter. He meditated, and began a new paragraph. "He was hanged that left his drink behind, you know, master," rejoined Sheppard. The latter no sooner beheld him than he dashed hastily into an adjoining room. We’re regarded as inflammable litter that mustn’t be left about. ‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you.
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