And now for the fawney—
the ring I mean. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his
plate. Ireton," cried Jack, in accents of the most urgent entreaty, "before you take
me hence, I implore you—if you would further the ends of justice—search this
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this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or entity to whom you
paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1. I don’t know if I express myself clearly. At one time, she determined to go to Wych Street, and ask Mr. . ’
‘You would speak of the house?’
‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it,
she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she
and me and Joan Pottiswick. Anyhow, it were me as got you down to the wetnurse. He seemed happy with her, finding her
proper and seemly.
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