The cry was echoed by twenty different voices. "Poor fellow! I'm glad he has escaped. The tail-ender of this little caravan, he had been rather out of it. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. "You've got him?" demanded Ireton. He depended upon her, for his medicine, for his drink, for the little amusement it was now permissible to give him. 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.
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