The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. The inn was a military haunt. ‘But it is entirely myself,’ she exclaimed aloud. The wretch you confide in has sworn to hang you. .
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