He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. The policy of this step was immediately apparent. "Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. My servant.
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