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. Every now and then something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled him. The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes. “I cannot reason with you,” he said at last wearily. " The spinsters stared at her blankly. What can she have done to deserve such a fate? Oh!” They both turned round at Anna’s exclamation. I have only one question to ask you.
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