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Ennison at once seated himself. Lonesomeness isn't my
worry. One or
two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with
rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened
for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other,
would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. She brought the unconscious man down. I have
established a fine trade. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an
immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack
Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there
boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city
gates, or on London Bridge. He
fixed it.
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