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“What nonsense is this? What raving! My dear child, you DO live, you DO
exist! You have this home. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an
immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack
Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there
boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city
gates, or on London Bridge. He cocked an eyebrow. At the first glance, he imagined he must have stumbled upon a museum of
rarities, there were so many glass-cases, so many open cabinets, ranged against
the walls; but the next convinced him that if Jonathan was a virtuoso, his tastes
did not run in the ordinary channels.
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