I knew where I would go next: Florence. He rolled on top of her, pinning her with his arms and forming a tented cage. Full twenty highwaymen blithe and bold, Rattled their chains in that dungeon old; Of all that number there 'scaped not one Who carved his name on the Newgate Stone. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory.
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