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Else some will beg thee, in the court of wards.

Once, this neo-Gothic landmark in Chelsea was the Church of the Holy Communion. . . . A decade later, it was Limelight, the nightclub-slash-den of depravity. . . . Today that fabled nightclub is a mall. . . . Entering by a side door, one young woman patently ignorant of the place’s tainted past, glanced around bewilderedly. “I thought that this was a house of God,” she murmured.

And the men of the gariſon [Douay-Rheims garniſon] anſwered Jonathan and his armour bearer, and ſaid, Come vp to vs, and wee will ſhew you a thing[…]