As they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom was almost impenetrable. “You cowards!” said Ann Veronica, “put her down!” and tore herself from a detaining hand and battered with her fists upon the big red ear and blue shoulder of the policeman who held the little old lady. 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. "'Odd's-my-life!—what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed. This was a much more serious task than he anticipated. And Miss Miniver began to sway her. Sheppard now directed her steps. "I mustn't tell you what Thames means to do for you if ever he gains his rights," continued Winifred; "but I may tell you what my father means to do.
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