"And on my part, I shall not lift a hand to defend myself. “You underestimate your own sickness, and the ill humors that struck you may strike again. With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. ‘It’s my belief she is a nun. His kisses drew deeper, he started unlacing her dress. " "Jack's a noble fellow," exclaimed the head-jailer of Clerkenwell Prison, raising his glass; "and, though he played me a scurvy trick, I'll drink to his speedy deliverance. We fetched the doctor and the police. He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. Now he courted with “servants” which he often killed afterward.
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