" "Let me touch you, then; let me feel if you are really flesh and blood," cried the poor maniac, creeping towards him on all fours. "For ever!" said the thief-taker, preparing to follow. Put on that new dress—the one that's all white. Jonathan, however, was nowhere to be seen. The pistol was lowered slightly. In this state, he was laid upon a bench, to sleep off his drunken fit, while his wretched mother, in spite of her passionate supplications and resistance, was, by Blueskin's command, forcibly ejected from the house, and driven out of the Mint.
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