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packets were hastily broken open; and, while Wood was absorbed in the perusal
of the despatch addressed to him by Sir Rowland, Thames sought out, and found
the letter which he had been prevented from finishing on the fatal night at
Jonathan Wild's. He was the true optimist; and that he should proceed, serenely
unconscious of reefs and storms, she accepted the double buffets. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's
sober; hands too shaky. Acting upon this humane determination, he impelled himself slowly
backwards,—for he did not dare to face the blast,—and with incredible labour
and fatigue reached the crevice.
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