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“The surgeon’s knife is surely a kindly weapon,” she declared. 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. Her eyes were lit with smouldering passion. ‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked. Wrap yourself in my cloak, and keep it. It plucked shingles from the school building, threatening to shake them all loose one by one like rotting teeth.
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