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‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own sangfroid. Least of all myself. The fanatic has no such word in his vocabulary. There were game watermen and game lightermen, heavy horsemen and light horsemen, scuffle-hunters, and long-apron men, lumpers, journeymen coopers, mud-larks, badgers, and ratcatchers—a race of dangerous vermin recently, in a great measure, extirpated by the vigilance of the Thames Police, but at this period flourishing in vast numbers.
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