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‘What is it?’ asked Roding. Bounding the corner of a garden wall, he came upon his former place of imprisonment. Wood!" "Leave go!" thundered Blueskin—"leave go—you'd better!"—and he held the sack as firmly as he could with one hand, while with the other he searched for his knife. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. Give me the keys and the light. In each corner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling. After that time nothing shall save you.
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