"Too late, master," replied the landlord of the Trumpeter, in a surly tone, for he did not much like the appearance of his customer; "just shut up shop. You will do as I say, or—’ ‘Hoy!’ called Trodger from down the hall. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. ” “Damn!” he remarked at the defaced letter; and, taking a fresh sheet, he recopied what he had written.
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