“Where were you?” He inquired, rubbing her shoulders. " "Dare not!" echoed the carpenter; "I don't understand you, Joan. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. Some years ago, in 1715, just before the Rebellion, I was rash enough to league myself with the Jacobite party, and by Wild's machinations got clapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to escape with my head upon my shoulders.
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