It is as if my lips had been sealed about them. Gone were the old days where an old maid banged on an upright piano above a roaring crowd, this sound was loud enough to be heard outside the building, she thought to herself as her eardrums throbbed. I was a novelty. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. 48 <6> THE FRIDAY NIGHT SHOW The air was chill and the sky overcast and misting. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet.
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