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"The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own petticoats. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. Would that a certain major might cast upon her such a look. Then she went below.
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