The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. “How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrow—or failing that, what I can sell. \"I guess so. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. " "From whom?" vociferated Trenchard. ” She roused herself from some dream at the word. You're luck. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1. Laugh on the wrong side of your mouth, now. But she doesn’t and won’t divorce me. Remember, if there's anything you'd like to get off your chest, doctors and priests are in the same boat.
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