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" Jack was about to comply with the request, when an unlooked-for interruption occurred. " "Your secret?" demanded Trenchard, impatiently. But supposing he is? Supposing he made but one misstep? Your island would be a haven of security. She ignored it until it repeated itself. And afterwards! Sir John drew his cigar from his lips, and looked upwards where the white-lights flashed strangely amongst the deep cool green of the lime-trees. 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.
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