She has an excellent remedy for a sprain. I cannot let you go. " "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 crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends. By a miracle, he averted its path, his hold on the girl’s mouth shifting fast to grasp her wrist.
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