CHAPTER XXXII. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city gates, or on London Bridge. Had it not been lashed to the adjoining wherry, it must have been upset, and have precipitated the opponents into the water. 195 < 24 > A CITY IN GREECE, 589 B.
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