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As usual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. Not far from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly and as skilfully as any of the older hands. He subjected me there to great annoyance by claiming me as his wife. He had buckled on his hanger, and had two brace of pistols in his belt, as well as others in this holsters. It was enough. It isn’t all. “You have the temperament,” he said. “I think you are getting to understand me better. What of that?" "Vot 'o that!" echoed Sharples, peevishly: "Everythin'.
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