" "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him. It was Annabel’s. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. ” “And you?” Annabel exclaimed. Abruptly he gripped her wrist. She put her mouth on him.
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