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She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. They would arrive sometime in June. "You have forgotten your knife, Mr. Are you quite shure you haven't another alyas, Masther Thames Ditton?" "Darrell, I tell you. “I’ve tried to make words tell it. \" Lucy lied. "You'll find a waterman asleep under his tilt in one of them ere craft, if you look about, Sir," replied Ben, backing water as he spoke. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened.
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