No more scuffling. He hadn't followed this angle of thought in ten years: what he might have been, with a little shrewd selfishness. “Great Scott!” he exclaimed huskily. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. By the thief-taker's command, the boat was then rowed toward a muddy inlet, which has received in more recent times the name of Execution Dock.
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