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" "What do you mean, Sir?" asked Trenchard. " "Ay, ay," cried the jailers, laughing. "Get up, mother," cried Jack; "do not kneel to him. I thought Bess would have cried her pretty eyes out when she heard you was nabbed. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. Anna was no favourite at No. Quarter-staves, bludgeons, brown-bills, lanterns, swords, and sconces were alike shivered; and, to judge from the sullied state of their habiliments, the claret must have been tapped pretty freely. She nursed at his neck as he peacefully slumbered through being killed. The note-passer lagged behind with her. The noise was raucous. But, no. \"His name is John Diedermayer.
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