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There were perches inside where she could crouch
and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. While the cloth was laid, the host and Thames descended to
the cellar, whence they returned, laden with a number of flasks of the same form,
and apparently destined to the same use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable
print—the Modern Midnight Conversation. Rain changed to hail, then
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sleet, then snow. "All I want is to be happy!" she said aloud, as if she were asking for something
of such ordinary value that God would readily accord it to her because there was
so little demand for the commodity. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the
hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and
broke his leg. Later that night, after she had cleaned herself and
changed her clothes, he returned.
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