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He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. "Do you call neglecting your work, and singing flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many a master would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for your solitary confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences. "Let the gentleman take his own course," said Jonathan, mildly. He rolled on top of her, pinning her with his arms and forming a tented cage. Their heads touched again, their arms tightened. . He was chained to the ground, but started up at their approach. . Frequently she would doze in her chair; but the slightest movement on the bed aroused her. Petrified and speechless, he turned an imploring look at Wild, who was himself filled with astonishment at the pile of rubbish lying before him. But, in spite of his outcries and resistance, he was dragged along by Jonathan and his janizaries. . Beneath the hood it was evident that her rebellious hair was bound up with red silk, and fastened by some device in her ears (unless she had them pierced, which was too dreadful a thing to suppose!) were long brass filigree earrings.
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