Wood fancied he recognised. Then she burst into a peal of laughter. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. I couldn’t sit down for a week!” “Oh, how terrible for you. Paris copies London. “You needn’t be anxious about that! I shall contrive to live. “That’s suicidal bullshit, Lucy.
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