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Gosse, if he had any sense, would immediately seek out the Remenham lawyers. I’d ruin the things if I so much as touched one. I am bothered. Would Gerald wish his friend to follow the man? He had hardly registered the decision that he had best do so, albeit with some reluctance, when his trained senses alerted him to an extraordinary circumstance. This gate, called Newgate, "as being latelier builded than the rest," continued, for upwards of three hundred years, to be used as a place of imprisonment for felons and trespassers; at the end of which time, having grown old, ruinous, and "horribly loathsome," it was rebuilt and enlarged by the executors of the renowned Sir Richard Whittington, the Lord Mayor of London: whence it afterwards obtained amongst a certain class of students, whose examinations were conducted with some strictness at the Old Bailey, and their highest degrees taken at Hyde-park-corner, the appellation of Whittington's College, or, more briefly, the Whit. There's a hundred pounds too much. You will be wearing your travelling dress, and no doubt you would prefer it. If all wives were of my mind and my spirit, husbands would soon be taught their own insignificance. Jolly nice girl, too. She says to be home by one AM. I am wondering whether it would not be better to tell your husband everything.
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