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I am a man—of a sort of experience. " "Have you seen him?" asked Trenchard. Spurlock: 'tis Roundhead, sure enough. As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel to quarrel with. That place was closed by the police last month. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise. I was compelled to run away. He was at length rescued from his assailants,— rescued to perish, seven months afterwards, with every ignominy, at the very gibbet to which he had brought his victim.
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