On this fresh outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself to meet his fate. Could she hold him and manage the reins? If only Gerald had not gone. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days. An iron fillet secured the socket of the bolt and the box of the lock to the main post of the doorway.
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