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. There was, it might be said, a double illumination. He had a blue overstuffed couch, his own television, even a computer with its own desk. “I cannot keep silence any longer. With astonishment, Gerald saw a rheumy film rimming his old commander’s eyes. The noise of a bolt came to Alderley’s ears. He measured out the portion of another peg, the bottle wavering in his hand. “Of course I’m manager for this expedition,” he said, after an interval of self-examination. ” He glared at Martin.
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