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"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. “But have you ever thought that you might be attracting negative attention to yourself by looking like you do? Like I said, don’t take it personally. Set yourself to find it out, if you will—but if you do, never dare to call yourself my friend again. "Not a farthing of it shall be expended except in the Captain's service. His spirits revived, and encouraging himself with the idea that the present impediment, though the greatest, was the last, he set himself seriously to consider how it might best be overcome. He hadn't followed this angle of thought in ten years: what he might have been, with a little shrewd selfishness. Above was a spacious hall, connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly,’ he said, still meeting her eyes, unaware that his hold about her hand had tightened a little.

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