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The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. Capes and her father stood up, and her father made a belated movement toward the curtain. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. Master Thames Ditton, I'll do your biddin'; and you, Misther Quilt Arnold, may do your worst, I defy you. ” “Wherever you like!” he answered, a little absently. But I’m always trying to make things happen.
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