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It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. ’ Still no response. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. You never can tell. It was still so dark, that nothing could be distinguished except the heavy masses of timber by which the premises were surrounded; but as they advanced, lights were visible in some of the windows.
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