"The ban-dogs!" thundered a tall man, whose stature and former avocations had procured him the nickname of "The long drover of the Borough market. It was not human and yet very human, a high pitched wail of hunger that rattled her skull. ” “We will go to a very quiet place,” he assured her, “a place where I have often taken my own sisters. I was a novelty. "'Cos there's a gale a-getting up as'll perwent you, young freshwater," replied the tar.
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