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The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley going down toward the shops. Before you know where you are you find yourself in a complication. " "You're not deceiving me!" said Thames, doubtfully. I’m right again now. THAMES DARRELL.
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