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Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank. Don't lay it all to the boy. His voice propelled her to cry even harder, so hard that she began to laugh behind her tears. I had a hunch. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below.
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