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. Stanley allowed his paper to drop a little, and scrutinized the hats and brows of their three fellow-travellers. The burden of decision had been transferred. My goodness gracious. “Through there,” he said, and pointed with the pamphlet he was carrying. "I have so much to learn. Are you doing okay in that shirt? You seem uncomfortable. .
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