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a frame he would suggest - "just a bite
of anything" - but the morning looked
down on the mangled remains of more
than one pie, rashers of cold meat
removed from sight, with tea and cakes
unnamable - He came very late and
went with the dawn - He was a ranting
abolitionist and if not asleep in the
dim watches, he read with great zest
a Free Girl[?] newspaper, that crackled
like the fires at Smithfield about the
martyrs upon the bed, who If he was so
unlucky as to raise an eye-lid he was
attacked with argument most irrit...
in such cases, unanswerable - He is
dead[?] and must know not now, that he
did not even do as well as he could -
At last a bright fellow found him with the
charge of sleeping at his post, he having suffered
for ice as he vainly attempted to rouse him
at midnight - gradually he was unsought
as a nurse although it seemed as much of
a shock to the villagers Grove[?] as an expressed
doubt of the village doctor's sovereign will[?].



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