. . Anna was suddenly very quiet. 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. "Women are always balling up and muddling clean cases. Voices floated down, but there was no sound of pursuit. A small voice greeted her, hissing. For a moment she remained silent. "I suspect our friend has thought better of it, and won't come," he remarked. That really settles about that. ’ ‘Don’t tell me,’ exploded his second-in-command. At once. Mr. “Well, you have thought it over?” he said, sitting down beside her.
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