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“It was not necessary,” Sir John answered stiffly. The picture of her flashed across the doctor's vision magically. "Time to dress for dinner," said Ruth from behind the curtain. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city gates, or on London Bridge.
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