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The afternoon had passed now into twilight. ’ She shrugged. "Souls," she answered, drily. Near to these hopeful youths sat a fence, or receiver, bargaining with a clouter, or pickpocket, for a suit,—or, to speak in more intelligible language, a watch and seals, two cloaks, commonly called watch-cases, and a wedge-lobb, otherwise known as a silver snuff-box. "What is this?" she wanted to know. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. ‘In fact you admitted only that you had no more weapons. "Take care of yourself, then," rejoined Thames, doubling his fists, and advancing towards him: "though my right arm's stiff, I can use it, as you'll find.
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