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On the night of Friday, the 26th of November, 1703, and at the hour of eleven,
the door of a miserable habitation, situated in an obscure quarter of the Borough
of Southwark, known as the Old Mint, was opened; and a man, with a lantern in
his hand, appeared at the threshold. I am
not going to be a chorus girl, or even a super. "What I do is for the best, and I can only hope she
may have strength to bear the separation. ”
He put his head on one side, pulled down the corners of his mouth, and looked
at her over his glasses. ”
“Climbing?”
“Yes. ‘Well, if the fellow Gosse is still at large, there’s no saying what he will be at
next, is there? I see nothing for it but for you to see General Lord Charvill at
once. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of
smoke. There is no future
for me here. “No!”
“Don’t try and stop me. The body of the edifice stood on the
south side of Newgate Street, and projected at the western extremity far into the
area opposite Saint Sepulchre's Church. ‘You’re the most troublesome wretch I’ve ever encountered,’ he told her
bitterly.
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