“I never wanted to kick any one so much in my life as that second fellow. And how comes his cloak on this knave's shoulders?" "It is his cloak, of a surety," returned Rowland "Harkye, sirrah," continued he, haughtily interrogating Wood; "where is the person from whom you received this mantle?" "Throttling a man isn't the way to make him answer questions," replied the carpenter, doggedly. Love is a great thing, and happiness a joy. I have only just left Wych Street.
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