She had trouble outwitting him as he seemed to predict her words before he said them. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. "Don't think to deceive me by your false pretences. It fell with a clatter to the floor. Only promise me this. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. He stood completely still as she moved her tongue up and down its shaft. "What has put it into your head that your son yet lives?" he asked. “You are not content then with stealing from me my name. Annabel thought, and thought again. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark.
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