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I was ready to wager that your name would have marched with one of them. "I'm sorry, Mr. Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books. ‘Jacques!’ He stopped, but he did not turn. Glad you're home safe. 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. This person, whose age might be about forty, was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees; black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. Stanley pronounced, and seemed to hesitate whether he had not gone too far. Find them at Remenham House—if you can.
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