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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. Old Kesterton, choleric-looking individual nearly opposite, will curse the cooking till he’s black in the face, but he never misses a dinner. . The militia were in already. Egad! I shall make a good thing of it. “Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?” He got up and began to pace the room. " "Didn't want any lectures spoiling a good time. ‘Not entirely English then. Then I came to London and tried almost everything—all failures. ” He declared that no book could be satisfactory that left a bad taste in the mouth, however much it seized and interested the reader at the time.
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