“No, John, you won’t understand. " So saying, he closed the lantern. Have you got someone in mind for me?"
"Finish your breakfast and I'll tell you the story. 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. . They laughed and talked and stared about them. He will tell you confidentially that he simply hates
the place. Perhaps I ought to have let
you order the dinner, but I think I got through it pretty well. "Women are always balling up and muddling clean cases.
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