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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. Stunning and continuous, the din seemed almost to take away the power of hearing. “Well, I don’t feel like standing it. " "What a life!" "No worse than yours. You are queerly educated; and it strikes me that your father had some definite purpose in thus educating you. “It might be a policeman borrowing the driveway and looking out for speeders. Compared to most of America, you’re rich. The pieces fell to the ground in a little white shower. They flash to and fro, they thrill us with expectancy. “I confess it. Their momentary absence seemed to have worked wonders; for now the most perfect understanding appeared to subsist between them.
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