Martin proceeded to grab Lucy by the shoulders and air-kiss both of her cheeks teasingly. “I can’t imagine what has come over you,” said her aunt. I hate children. "It's all up, master," groaned Ben, "nothin' short of a merracle can save us. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. The pair then descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door. Babies and females have got to keep hold of somebody or go under—anyhow, for the next few generations. The next morning she went out with her post-office savings bank-book, and telegraphed for a warrant to draw out all the money she had in the world.
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