There was no warning…
…just a pounding on the door and then a few fleeting minutes to settle the affairs of a lifetime.
From Howard K Smith’s The Last Train From Berlin (1943)
There was no warning…
…just a pounding on the door and then a few fleeting minutes to settle the affairs of a lifetime.
From Howard K Smith’s The Last Train From Berlin (1943)
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Your Molly has never been false, she declares,
Since the last time we parted at Wapping Old Stairs;
When I said that I would continue the same,
And I gave you the ‘bacco-box marked with my name.
When I passed a whole fortnight between decks with you,
Did I e’er give a kiss, Tom, to one of your crew?
To be useful and kind to my Thomas I stay’d,
For his trousers I washed, and his grog too I made.
From William Makepeace Thackeray’s Old Wapping Stairs
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Hell’s hinges…
Whitechapel’s henges.
From Iain Sinclair’s White Chappel, Scarlet Tracings (1987)
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