“Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. "The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own petticoats. White,” she remarked. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester. "Oh, God! that I might die too," cried Jack, falling on his knees beside her.
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