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. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily. ‘And me?’ ‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. "I wouldn't force him for the world: but if he don't tip the stivers, may I be cursed if he don't get a taste of the aqua pompaginis. All of a sudden, there was movement behind him. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. Why do you think I’m indulging in all this very un-English love talk?’ ‘But you are idiot, Gérard.
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