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CHAP. VII.
——— Boulogne!—hah!—so we are all got together—debtors and sinners before heaven; a jolly set of us—but I can't stay and quaff it off with you—I'm pursued myself like a hundred devils, and shall be overtaken before I can well change horses:—for heaven's sake, make haste—'Tis for high treason, quoth a very little man, whispering as low as he could to a very tall man that stood next him—Or else for murder; quoth the tall man—Well thrown size-ace! quoth I. No; quoth a third, the gentleman has been committing ——— ———.
Ah!
