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 merely asked the question," he said, after he had enjoyed the boy's suspense for a moment. “Perhaps,” he queried, “you wish to avoid being seen about with any one—er— connected with the profession, under present circumstances. Let us walk about. Mother—dear mother!" he added, clasping her in his arms, "Look at me again. The van started with a jerk and rumbled on its way. Still he had a decent look, and decidedly the air of one well-to-do in the world.
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