For a time he heard no
more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that
filled half a column of the Times that day. ToC
On the night of Friday, the 26th of November, 1703, and at the hour of eleven,
the door of a miserable habitation, situated in an obscure quarter of the Borough
of Southwark, known as the Old Mint, was opened; and a man, with a lantern in
his hand, appeared at the threshold. McClintock never threw away any
advertising matter; in fact, he openly courted pamphlets; and they came from
automobile dealers and great mail-order houses, from haberdashers and tailors
and manufacturers of hair-tonics, razors, gloves, shoes, open plumbing. As for the patient, his decision was immediate. Never for a moment had violence come between these two since long ago he
had, in spite of her mother’s protest in the background, carried her kicking and
squalling to the nursery for some forgotten crime.
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