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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. I’ve got imagination. She’d have thrown this thing if you hadn’t stopped her. Spurlock has gone. How I envied those kids whose Moms picked
them up when they got hurt or sick! I fainted in Gym
Class when they made me climb the rope. Though by no means so extensive or commodious as the modern prison, Old
Newgate was a large and strongly-built pile.
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