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. It’s not fair to you. He had seldom been more
perturbed. I
have suspected him of possessing a skeleton key to my apartments. "No, no," rejoined Thames; "fly—or I will not answer for your safety. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. Darting to a window
looking in that direction, Thames threw it up, and discharged both his pistols, but
without effect. A male voice, vibrant with terror, yelled out hoarsely. “Please come home. One always dreamed of this and never believed it. He was indeed still in the throes of his
bewilderment. But Jack
speedily burst it open with the iron bar. “I do not think so.
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