CHAPTER IX. Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died. Pottiswick had mentioned muttering. "The door's open, and the room empty. These sham ideals and advanced notions. He won’t have menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages is only fit for a museum—where most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. But I have powerful friends. Jack, who had formerly been in the custody of both these gentlemen, gave them a very cordial welcome; apologized for the sorry room he was compelled to receive them in; and when they took leave, insisted on treating them to a double bowl of punch, which they were now discussing with the upper jailer, Mr.
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