" "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. The weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it. Blueskin is booked. The barmaids had too strongly appealed to his sense of novelty.
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