On this fresh outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself to meet his fate. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. “And, you know, you’re altering us all. And if she is not a nun, nor a refugee, and yet is entirely English, I’m hanged if I know what she is. "You've given me more than the amount, Sir Rowland," he said, after he had twice counted them, "or I've missed my reckoning.
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