He embraced her small body in his arms, kissing her forehead over and over. 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. She came in now with an air of reserved solicitude. The owner was at the door unhooking a few articles of wearing apparel which he had exposed outside for sale. "Couldn't you speak to him?" "What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!" "That is it. I put my foot down like—like adamant. " "Did I ask for it?" "Yes. Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it.
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