Sir James Thornhill, then, rose. ’ ‘Yes, I’m sorry about that,’ Gerald uttered in a rueful tone. ‘My dear boy, your loyalty is misplaced. Unwillingly he drew a little nearer, and became one of the group of loiterers about the entrance. Adieu! my charmer. Lady Trafford, supposed to be childless, broken in health and spirits, frail both in mind and body, is not likely to make another marriage. I think too much about myself. ’ I said. 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.
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