Here being my ponderies and discoverings. I will not hold a sword to your throat and force you to read, because I don't have a sword and your front door is locked. But why not pull up a chair, take a pinch of snuff, and lower your expectations!
What do you want? There is nothing for you here. No answers. Not a thing. Why should I impart information that could lead to my capture, eh? Times is hard, and us rascals have expensive tastes. I likes me trinkets, see? Me desirables. But after a time they lose their shine. So I does a bit of thievin, there's no harm in it! Not if they do as I says. 'The Gentleman of the Highway' they calls me. Hush now, I've said too much.
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