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. ” “I am Mrs. I'll not forget your two mistresses, Jack. Gay," he added, turning to the poet. " "That's easily said. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. Hark ye, Blueskin," continued he, addressing that personage, who, in obedience to his commands, had, with great promptitude, driven out the rabble, and again secured the door, "a word in your ear. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers.
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