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When Claude Du Val was in Newgate thrown,
He carved his name on the dungeon stone;
Quoth a dubsman, who gazed on the shattered wall,
"You have carved your epitaph, Claude Du Val,
With your chisel so fine, tra la!"
"This S wants a little deepening," mused the apprentice, retouching the letter in
question; "ay, that's better. "Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?"
Mrs. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. More than half the city perished. ”
“Nor I,” she remarked tersely. She leaned back in the cab with half-closed
eyes. Can I be accommodated with a seat, Mr. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully.
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