“Call me Annabel. . It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. ” “What is there to be feared?” he asked her quietly. Beyond was a narrow bridge, crossing a circular building, at the bottom of which lay a deep well. And then suddenly—a relief. ” “Why?” she asked. “It’s THE Society!” said Miss Miniver. ” She stopped short. 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. There was. I saw him ride away with that other fellow. It was a dark mysterious place, and what it was used for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen it the Well Hole. For that matter, my future be damned.
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