What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian, Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to reason! Ah! she stirs. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. But this was not a season in which to be needlessly scrupulous. ” “But your dinner!” she protested.
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