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It may be well, therefore, before proceeding farther, to describe it more minutely. ” “I don’t know who you are,” Ennison said quietly, “but you are a thundering liar. " "What a life!" "No worse than yours. 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. They are not your flowers. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. That’s— that’s my private life. Wait!" He released himself from his aunt's embrace, ran to the trunk and fetched the old coat.
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