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She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. 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. The chapel was situated in the old ballroom, and from there, down a few stairs, the vestry had taken the place of the pantry next to the kitchens. His smile faded. She did not realize that she was offering criticisms.
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