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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. "All that you have been telling me, our old Kanaka cook summed up in a phrase. All at once Melusine remembered Pottiswick, and the errand he had run. I know life.

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