The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. "Can't you speak?" "I don't choose," replied Thames, sturdily; "and your brutality shan't make me. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs.
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