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Tell Bess to slip out, and I'll put on her cloak and hood. With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin. The momentary alarm over, he threw a piece of-wash leather over a bureau, so as to deaden the sound, and instantly broke it open with a small crowbar. “I cannot conceive,” he said, “how any other occupation could ever have occurred to you.
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