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Nothing material occurred to Newgate, until the memorable year 1666, when it was utterly destroyed by the Great Fire. "Here, Poll, help me!" Thus exhorted, Mrs. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city at night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!' … It kind of terrifies me," said Ruth, looking up, first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock's. “It is rather odd,” he said, “but I always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna. ‘Oh! little Vee!’ he cried, ‘little Vee!’ and put his face between his hands and sat still for a long time before he broke out again. ” Michelle said. “I can only repeat what I said before,” she declared. "I'll have my cot in here," said Spurlock to Ruth, "where this table is.
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