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and Sir Bartholomew delivered accordingly, and with a pleasing readiness because he had the merest trifle on him, and thought to have thus escaped easily. But Old Mob was disappointed, and proportionably wroth:
gpt
My demands, sir, are very large and pressing, he said,
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Sir, his biographer reports him as saying,
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I am come with a _habeas corpus_ to remove you out of your present captivity