Softly she rose to her feet. " "What a strange history is mine!" said Thames. The spinsters were not kind; they were only curious because she was odd and wore a dress thirty years out of date. She went further: she doubted that he was fully conscious of where he was. "And now, shall we proceed to Queenhithe?" "Stay!" cried the other, taking a chair, "a word with you, Mr. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside.
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