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Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat. Startled by the cry, as may be supposed, the attention of the whole congregation was drawn towards the quarter whence it proceeded. "I did see them on the platform of the bridge—the child and his preserver! They were not struck by the fallen ruin, nor whelmed in the roaring flood,—or, if they were, they escaped as I escaped. ’ ‘Nonsense. 'Mrs. The proa bore away to the northwest out of which it had come. "Arundel Stairs," replied Wood, "the nearest point to Wych Street. The primitive superstition of his Puritan forbears was his; and before this the buckler of his education disintegrated. His heart was beating, but faintly and slowly, with ominous intermissions. No wonder that Trenchard, as he gazed at this fearful being, should have some misgivings cross him.

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