“Poor little Miniver! What can she be but what she is?. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. “I have brought you very nearly to my door. ToC On the night of Friday, the 26th of November, 1703, and at the hour of eleven, the door of a miserable habitation, situated in an obscure quarter of the Borough of Southwark, known as the Old Mint, was opened; and a man, with a lantern in his hand, appeared at the threshold. “Let me get you some water, Annabel.
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