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Fool that I was to part with my lantern! But I'll soon set myself straight. “I’m going for a long tramp, auntie,” she said. ’ ‘You didn’t care. ” She barked. Do you think it’s nothing to me to have my daughter running about London looking for odd jobs and disgracing herself?” “Sha’n’t get odd jobs,” said Ann Veronica, wiping her eyes. You tell me he didn't like the stuff. "At a place we call the Dark House at Queenhithe," answered Jonathan, "a sort of under-ground tavern or night-cellar, close to the river-side, and frequented by the crew of the Dutch skipper, to whose care he's to be committed.
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