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FINE MAKINGS OF A LADY IN MOLL.
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And with that she empties her pocket on the chair, and out roll her sixpences together with a couple of silver spoons.
"What," cries Jack, after glancing round to see we were alone. "You have filched a couple of spoons, Moll?"
"And why not?" asks she, her little nose turning quite white with passion. "If I am to ask no questions, how shall I know but we may have never a spoon to-morrow for your precious basin of porridge?"
