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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. “I am afraid,” he said gravely, “that your sister has been a little indiscreet. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and
petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute. I can
imagine nothing more pleasant in life than to help you, because I know it would
pay to help you. She was
rash and ignorant, absolutely inexperienced. I never yet heard of a Christians
as was named after the Shannon or the Liffy; and the Thames is no better than a
dhurty puddle, compared wi' them two noble strames. But his gloom appeared to be occasioned
by remorse, rather than sorrow. It's your eagerness that bothers
me. Lucy knocked again. And lunged once more. "I will not submit to be thus interrogated," said Winifred, angrily. Pah!’
She flounced about and, crossing to the bed, plonked down on it, pointedly
averting her face and resting the large pistol in her lap.
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