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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. He continued thoughtfully. Another car followed, a rusty Cadillac sedan full of kids. Meanwhile, the mob outside had prodigiously increased, and had begun to exhibit some disposition to riot. But Darrell averted his head. "I'm sure he won't attempt to prevent me," rejoined Thames. ” “And you can’t?” “I don’t think I ought to control myself. Ruth is not another man's wife; she is all your own, for better or for worse.

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