"I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. General Lord Charvill disinherited him for his pains. Much more temperate; the discreet and joyless love of a virtuous, reluctant, condescending wife. "Thames, I entreat—" "Your wishes are my laws, beloved, girl," replied Kneebone, bowing profoundly. ‘And you know, my dear, I do think you must make up your mind to beard this wretched grandfather of yours.
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