You must forgive the poet’s license I take. "'Odd's! bodikins!" cried Jack, rubbing his cheek, "I'm in luck to-day. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. I had not been near the Royal Society since—since you disgraced me. With this view, he suffered him to pass on.
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