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. I am shockingly poor. You dear, dear girl. She is something different. His course, however, was no longer interrupted, and he crept on. "I rather fancy, as you Britishers say, that you know the nature of my visit?" "I'm an American. Of all the entirely English women I know, you’re the only one with a French accent. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. Do sit down, dear boy.
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