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. "
"Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some
highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt. It ought not to be much. About noon, next day, he was able to move; and the gale having abated, he set
out homewards with his little charge. “In all
fairness,” she thought to herself as she coaxed his mouth
toward her left nipple. But perhaps he was right not to tell you the truth.
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