"Set your prisoner free!" returned Wood. No— no, it must never be. "My chickens are hatched, or, at least, nearly so," replied Shotbolt, with increased merriment. But this is all different. These were his mistresses, Poll Maggot and Edgeworth Bess. It was evident the lady’s servant knew his mistress, for he had come equipped with a tray upon which reposed a decanter and two glasses. "Think of me forgetting ten thousand so quickly!" "Go to, you old fraud! You'll never fool me again.
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