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. " "For mercy's sake go up stairs," implored Sheppard. ‘Well, if the fellow Gosse is still at large, there’s no saying what he will be at next, is there? I see nothing for it but for you to see General Lord Charvill at once. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. Her nerves were shattered, her senses dazed by this unexpected shock. Is this man Hill dead?” She shook her head.
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