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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. Every afternoon, from now on, I will teach you a little about life—I mean the worldly points of view you're likely to meet. A cool gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor. " "Death and the devil! what a cursed interruption!" cried Jack, impatiently. Which are you—Valade or Charvill? Or, no, let me guess. After all, this could never be the black sheep. Even our coarseness. C.
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