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As he said this, the carpenter patted the cheek of the little object of his
benevolent professions, and, in so doing, unintentionally aroused him from his
slumbers. To recreate the era, I deliberately tried to avoid creating a
thinly disguised bodice ripper where an
“empowered” woman mouthed off to prospective
suitors in jerkins and tights, in other words, a typical
romance novel. Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way,
At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay;
I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl,
And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul!
Whatever may hap,
I'll taste of the tap,
To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap!
For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. ’ She raised the pistol. “You are so inherently gallant, John, so pure of heart. "Have you
broken out of the cage, Jack?"
"Something like it," replied the lad carelessly. ”
“Say that again, Lucy, so that the rest of them hear it. " Some innate sense of
balance told her that something was wrong with these tales. "Pah! He's a fool.
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