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“She found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away. The key is in my trousers. In each corner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling. She chuckled. The neighbouring houses were tenanted by the lowest order of insolvent traders, thieves, mendicants, and other worthless and nefarious characters, who fled thither to escape from their creditors, or to avoid the punishment due to their different offenses; for we may observe that the Old Mint, although it had been divested of some of its privileges as a sanctuary by a recent statute passed in the reign of William the Third, still presented a safe asylum to the debtor, and even continued to do so until the middle of the reign of George the First, when the crying nature of the evil called loudly for a remedy, and another and more sweeping enactment entirely took away its immunities. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. She had just passed into a little antechamber beyond when she suddenly heard a faint knocking. ‘Must be another of her lies. .
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