You said that it would bring trouble. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. ‘I don’t want no gold! Not for serving my mistress. They had cried a little, both. He felt that he was getting on with her very slowly indeed, but he did not see how he could get on faster.
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