"I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. “They ought to have been lopped in the spring. Neither of them believed me. "Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I will drive you hence with my curses. Twice she smiled, but not unkindly.
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