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ToC 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. Before her was a great Gothic portal. Lord help him! he's the very image of his father. ‘Keep still, for God’s sake! Hilary will send him off all right and tight, never fear. ‘What Frenchman would that be, missie? We ain’t let no one escape. "Farewell for ever," said Jack, extending his hand to Mrs. I’ve called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me. ‘Quickly! You must get up. Better take these sandwiches.
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