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He made her tell him the core of the difficulty. Cahill gave me a hall pass. “How old are you?\" He looked at her engagingly. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. How on earth does it concern you?” Annabel laughed hardly. "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.
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