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Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs, very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above their chins. "'Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. "Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. " "If only…. 'He's a good fellow, and 'twill all end well'. But for me it doesn’t matter.
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