’ ‘But what do you want it for, miss?’ ‘But to protect myself. The boy would never know just how lucky he was. —'We'll do it,' said they, filling their glasses, and looking as fierce as King George's grenadier guards; 'here's your health, Mint. What hotel should she go to? If she told a cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she required. He stepped in with a heavy foreboding of calamity. And, lastly, to the Seven Cities o' Refuge, in the New Mint.
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