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Against the walls hung an assortment of staves, brown-bills, (weapons then borne by the watch,) muskets, handcuffs, great-coats, and lanterns. He paused at the bamboo curtain of her room, which was in semi-darkness. The spectacle seemed to afford as much amusement to Jonathan as to the actors engaged in it. "Where are you going?" cried Thames, who, though wholly disencumbered, was scarcely able to keep up with him. Immediately after it, he was off again, and that, let me tell you, was the last anyone saw of him.
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