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. "Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. A long shrill cat-call in the gallery seemed to be the signal. Now, the reward?" "I have but an ill-furnished purse.
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