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Nex mornin, at nine, master was up, and as sober as a judg.

He drest, and was off to Mr.Dawkins.At ten, he ordered a cab, and the two gentlmn went together.
"Where shall he drive, sir ?" says I.
"Oh, tell him to drive to THE BANK." Pore Dawkins! his eyes red with remors and sleepliss drunkenniss, gave a shudder and a sob, as he sunk back in the wehicle; and they drove on.
That day he sold out every hapny he was worth, xcept five hundred pounds.
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