" "Mr. Spurling had retired for the night. Wood. She could not feel her own body. . She resolved to go into the City to Ramage and ask for his advice. He stood by her side, and he suffered her hands to rest in his. I'm safe enough if you hold your tongue. Anna was unimpressed. " And he led the way to an inner room, in the middle of which stood a table, covered with a large white cloth. There were game watermen and game lightermen, heavy horsemen and light horsemen, scuffle-hunters, and long-apron men, lumpers, journeymen coopers, mud-larks, badgers, and ratcatchers—a race of dangerous vermin recently, in a great measure, extirpated by the vigilance of the Thames Police, but at this period flourishing in vast numbers.
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