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"I was sure you wouldn't injure me, Captain," remarked Quilt, in a wheedling
tone, while he felt about for his sword; "you're far too brave to strike a fallen
man. But I do
not know you at all, in truth, and I do not understand why you do this. . ToC
Nearly nine years after the events last recorded, and about the middle of May,
1724, a young man of remarkably prepossessing appearance took his way, one
afternoon, along Wych Street; and, from the curiosity with which he regarded the
houses on the left of the road, seemed to be in search of some particular
habitation. The blinds were all drawn, the
sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. "Dear me!" she added, as she
pledged the amorous woollen-draper, "what a beautiful ring that is. At this moment, his quick ears detected the sound of footsteps on the stairs. " And she burst into a wild hysterical
laugh. ‘Who’s this, then? Not soldiers again. I rather think they
have kicked him, from the tone of some of the letters. “Please hurry. What she said is true. The room was dark and dusty.
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