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Let me take the satchel, sir. This gate, called Newgate, "as being latelier builded
than the rest," continued, for upwards of three hundred years, to be used as a
place of imprisonment for felons and trespassers; at the end of which time,
having grown old, ruinous, and "horribly loathsome," it was rebuilt and enlarged
by the executors of the renowned Sir Richard Whittington, the Lord Mayor of
London: whence it afterwards obtained amongst a certain class of students,
whose examinations were conducted with some strictness at the Old Bailey, and
their highest degrees taken at Hyde-park-corner, the appellation of Whittington's
College, or, more briefly, the Whit. “I wish this hadn’t turned up to-day of all
days. First-off, he had decided not to tell her what he had found at the bottom of that
manila envelope. And then the fetters, which were
still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them?
Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. As this had been Mrs. White——”
“No more,” Sydney Courtlaw begged, laughingly.
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