"What weight are these irons?" asked Jonathan, coolly addressing one of the partners. “For your own sake, let me beg of you not to stay for a moment. “Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s dinner. By many a highwayman many a draught Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft, Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down, And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown.
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