“Showtime!” Martin cried. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. "An audience might have frightened the birds. '—'No fear o' that,' thought I. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. "What's that to you?" demanded Jonathan, gruffly. Don't worry about me. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. I could not love you else.
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