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‘Very well, Kimble. The name of his father's murderer is also known to me. " "I don't know," said the doctor, dubiously. 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. Living, he knew that he would never send that letter. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. I was orphaned a long time ago. Practically. On that night, I surrendered myself to Jonathan Wild, and became— what I am.
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