"Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. “Bohemianism is the least understood word ever coined. And were you to load me with thrice the weight of iron you have ordered you should not prevent my escaping a third time. ‘You’d do the same. He yelled but he had no breath to support his own voice. There's a bunch of us are going to meet at the movies tonight to see that new movie Poltergeist. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. He knew that he could translate literally. "Saved!" "Ay, ay, it's all bob, my covey! You're safe enough, that's certain!" responded the Minters, baying, yelping, leaping, and howling around him like a pack of hounds when the huntsman is beating cover; "but, where are the lurchers?" "Who?" asked Wood.
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