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I'm sure she'll let me go, though. " By another—the no less facetious Ned Ward—it was termed, "A costly college for a crack-brained society, raised in a mad age, when the chiefs of the city were in a great danger of losing their senses, and so contrived it the more noble for their own reception; or they would never have flung away so much money to so foolish a purpose. ” Michelle squinted conspiratorially. "It was given me by a man who was drinking t'other night with Blueskin at the Lion! and who, though he slouched his hat over his eyes, and muffled his chin in a handkerchief, must have been Jonathan Wild. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. Miss Charvill. Only I wish that it did not remind one so much of a second-hand clothes shop. " "Wretches!" screamed the lady; "don't dare to breathe your vile insinuations against me! Oh! Mr. ” “But didn’t you say some more about that ball?” “I said everything I could say as soon as I realized she was trying to avoid the topic. " "My dear," observed Wood, "you should be more charitable—" "Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry.
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