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Blotted out—Love! With infinite care,
through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. “I shall be waiting for you there, and in the meantime, if you
will help yourself—pray don’t look like that. Who invented them?
Nobody knows. This gate, called Newgate, "as being latelier builded
than the rest," continued, for upwards of three hundred years, to be used as a
place of imprisonment for felons and trespassers; at the end of which time,
having grown old, ruinous, and "horribly loathsome," it was rebuilt and enlarged
by the executors of the renowned Sir Richard Whittington, the Lord Mayor of
London: whence it afterwards obtained amongst a certain class of students,
whose examinations were conducted with some strictness at the Old Bailey, and
their highest degrees taken at Hyde-park-corner, the appellation of Whittington's
College, or, more briefly, the Whit. You're in luck to-night, widow. By this time, the door was unlocked, and drawing his sword, Quilt entered the
cell. ’ He stared at the point, glanced at the fallen sword imprisoned by her
foot, and only just looked back at her weapon in time to see it thrust at him
again. ‘Exactly like my father.
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