"You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking a seat. " "Forgive you!" echoed his mother, with a look radiant with delight. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. In one grave, mind. His voice propelled her to cry even harder, so hard that she began to laugh behind her tears.
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