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“I am so sorry. "O, Lord!" ejaculated Wood. "Love me, love my dog! Because
I've scolded him and told him a few truths, you are ice to me. She looked at him gravely and squinted. ‘Will that be all, ma’am?’
‘Yes, yes. Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at
Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed,
in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and
debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white
robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. She was silent, the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips. ’
‘Probably not. So am I.
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