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. None saw, though all felt, his presence, and heard the thunder of his
voice. Socks and shoes were harder to
find, and she ended up wearing men’s athletic tube socks
and a pair of dust caked flip-flops that had sat forlornly in
Locker 49 since 1978. ‘You imbecile. I
gather you wish to go up in some fantastic get-up, wrapped about in your opera
cloak, and that after the festivities you propose to stay with these friends of
yours, and without any older people in your party, at an hotel. . Earles watched her anxiously.
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