ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. "The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own petticoats. Now what? There was an interest, or why ask him who they were. ‘You should not kiss me at all, and undoubtedly I should kill you. Let us proceed with our tale.
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