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. ’ He received a glare from his captive. And I do not know you. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. But, after some restoratives had been administered by Mrs. “You’re not a man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. "Stop thief!" roared Jonathan. Good-bye aunt. The key is in my trousers. How did you get your luggage out of the house? Wasn’t it—wasn’t it rather in some respects—rather a lark? It’s one of my regrets for my lost youth. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin.
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