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I was afraid that I might be called upon as a witness. Her state of mind would have seemed altogether discreditable to her grandmother. For a time she worried about that compulsory bath and cutaneous diseases. It may here be mentioned that this gate, destined to bequeath its name—a name, which has since acquired a terrible significance,—to every successive structure erected upon its site, was granted, in 1400, by charter by Henry the Sixth to the citizens of London, in return for their royal services, and thenceforth became the common jail to that city and the county of Middlesex. “Quite right,” she said. “When you loosen the tangle in one place you tie a knot in another. What he intended to do with it is of little consequence now. He seemed inexorable, and inscrutable as fate itself.
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