Just then, a carriage drawn by four horses, drove furiously up to the Six Bells; but Jack was too much absorbed to take any notice of it. ‘Poor things. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. . When they started getting on each other’s nerves, she blamed herself at first. “Of course,” she said diffidently, “this is a boarding-house, although we never take in promiscuous travellers. Their conversation was conducted in the flash language, and, though unintelligible to Wood, was easily comprehended by this companion, who learnt, to her dismay, that the wounded man had received his hurt from her son, whose courage and dexterity formed the present subject of their discourse. She recalled him.
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