This one was Henry Esmond, that one the melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. A cool gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor. “I think I ought to have one. "He is dying?" whispered Ruth. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark.
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