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The doctor relaxed. CHAPTER XVII. \"Word gets round. Three a week is my allowance, and,
if I get short ones, four. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs,
very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised
above their chins. I hope to see the day, when not Southwark alone, but London itself
shall become one Mint,—when all men shall be debtors, and none creditors,—
when imprisonment for debt shall be utterly abolished,—- when highwayrobbery shall be accounted a pleasant pastime, and forgery an accomplishment,
—when Tyburn and its gibbets shall be overthrown,—capital punishments
discontinued,—Newgate, Ludgate, the Gatehouse, and the Compters razed to the
ground,—Bridewell and Clerkenwell destroyed,—the Fleet, the King's Bench,
and the Marshalsea remembered only by name! But, in the mean time, as that
day may possibly be farther off than I anticipate, we are bound to make the most
of the present. . Yet an
indiscriminating, wrong-headed world gave such fellows all sorts of
distinctions. . ’
‘You ain’t never!’
‘Back to your post, Trodger,’ ordered the harassed captain. I trust you will not accuse me of discourtesy if I express my pleasure
that henceforth our ways will lie apart.
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