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"Old Morgan the trader," she explained, "used to save me Tit-Bits. Yes, of course. She creaked, groaned, and rattled; but that was only her way of yawning when she awoke. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. There was a pleasant numbness in the bottle; that's why I went to it. She fought him with tooth and nail. Jolly nice girl, too. "I love you like a son, and will follow you like a dog. " With these words, he strode out of the room, darted down the stone stairs, and, on his arrival at the Lodge, seized the rope of the great bell communicating with the interior of the prison, which he rang violently.
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