He heard the woman talking again. "The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with increased embarrassment. She sighed with relief. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. My wife—killed me. Nab and Quilt to the door! Jack, you are my prisoner.
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