I expect company. ‘I never met a rat what wandered about the place with a lantern, I didn’t,’ grumbled the old lodgekeeper aggrievedly. She felt a new warmth in her blood, a strange sense of elation crept over her. And, in applying the term to his friend, Thames meant to pay him a high compliment. “Of course I’m manager for this expedition,” he said, after an interval of self-examination. Turning off again on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley, into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard, overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation. Sheppard, smiling through her tears.
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