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“One moment, if you please!” She stopped short and looked round. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city gates, or on London Bridge. Our mutual safety requires it. I’ll mention it. "Because it's not like you," was her answer.
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