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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. When I was younger, I was very sick with a
deadly flu. “Sure, are you sure you’re okay?” He exited off the
highway onto a quiet road and pulled over. . In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and
half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle,
the horrible countenance of the thief-taker.
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