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The spinster did not ask if the mother lived; the question was inconsequent. 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. Come back—you must come back. ‘Well, only look what’s come of it. “Of course,” she said diffidently, “this is a boarding-house, although we never
take in promiscuous travellers. The father was a
madman. "
As he said this, the carpenter patted the cheek of the little object of his
benevolent professions, and, in so doing, unintentionally aroused him from his
slumbers. "He's not to blame," said Jack, rising. She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining
and pulling the blankets up to her chin. "A little. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and
an idiot. She exhaled, feeling the tension drain
from her shoulders and arms. "Well?" he said, as Spurlock reached his side.
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