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Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. He looked eager and flushed and troubled. ‘You heard Gosse—I mean, the man you know as Valade?’ ‘Clear as day, miss,’ he uttered. Maggot. “I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No.
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