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I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. ToC Nearly nine years after the events last recorded, and about the middle of May, 1724, a young man of remarkably prepossessing appearance took his way, one afternoon, along Wych Street; and, from the curiosity with which he regarded the houses on the left of the road, seemed to be in search of some particular habitation. "I was at Tyburn. Why am I here—thirty years of loneliness? Because I know women, the good and the bad; and because I could not have the good, I would not take the bad. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger.
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