"Couldn't you speak to him?" "What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!" "That is it. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. And she found herself able to do nothing of the sort. I love him as a brother. Then go and fetch this daughter of yourn. Wood the best of wives.
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