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Perhaps I deceived you about it. "It is addressed to my mother," he added, as his eye glanced rapidly over it, "and by my father. ‘Lawks-a-mussy! It’s Miss Mary. Ann Veronica’s desire to laugh unrestrainedly was checked by the tremendous earnestness of his expression. This gate, called Newgate, "as being latelier builded than the rest," continued, for upwards of three hundred years, to be used as a place of imprisonment for felons and trespassers; at the end of which time, having grown old, ruinous, and "horribly loathsome," it was rebuilt and enlarged by the executors of the renowned Sir Richard Whittington, the Lord Mayor of London: whence it afterwards obtained amongst a certain class of students, whose examinations were conducted with some strictness at the Old Bailey, and their highest degrees taken at Hyde-park-corner, the appellation of Whittington's College, or, more briefly, the Whit. "You shall not go, adorable girl," cried Kneebone, catching her in his arms, "till you have answered me. ‘Why not a French flag?’ ‘Because I don’t believe that fool Pottiswick could tell French from Arabic, even if he heard it as he says he did—which I take leave to doubt.
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