I’m sorry I ruined dinner. "Put down your burthen, monster!" shouted Wood, pointing an immense blunderbuss at him. " "Do you happen to know Jonathan Wild, master?" inquired Jack, altering his tone, and assuming a more respectful demeanour. " The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages.
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