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" At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. "Your faults were the faults of circumstances. " "As you please," returned Jack, leaping up; "but I feel devilishly inclined to finish him. "Where is the boy?" demanded Sir Rowland. He was dressed with the utmost care, and he set his feet upon the broad walk as though the action were in some way a condescension. "To paint your portrait," answered the jailer. Wood was so much exhausted that he was obliged to retire to his own room, where he continued for some hours overpowered by grief. ” The three men, who had arrived within a minute or two of one another, received her little speech in dead silence. 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. The attempt was unsuccessful.
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