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"The ban-dogs!" thundered a tall man, whose stature and former avocations had procured him the nickname of "The long drover of the Borough market. You’d think he wanted to meet the wretch again. . Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt; but it was beauty, nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes as bright, her complexion as blooming, and her figure (if a little more buxom) quite as captivating as when he led her to the altar some twenty years ago. He stood up, apparently intending to put an arm about her, but she stepped back from him quickly. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry.
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