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Blueskin and the Minters were dragging Wood to the pump. . Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed, in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. But never would any so dishonour himself as to hand a fellow rogue over to the authorities. It makes no difference. Some day I'm going to paint her; but that will be when I've retired.
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