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. And, now, to find a messenger. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. She did not wait, but grabbed up the lantern and slid into the passage, calling to them to hurry. ‘I left a message at home that he should do so as soon as he returned from Kent. ” “I suppose,” Ennison said, “the likeness between the sisters must be rather exceptional?” “I never saw the goody-goody one close to, so I can’t say,” Drummond answered.
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