Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. '—'It's not to be thought of,' says I, thumping the table till every glass on it jingled; 'and I know a way as'll prevent it. One with the appearance of a bald little gnome yawned agonizingly.
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