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The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. Even our coarseness. Halloa, Ben!" cried he, shaking a broad-backed fellow, equipped in a short-skirted doublet, and having a badge upon his arm,—"scullers wanted. If Thames is murdered, you are his assassin. The odd creak was not to be avoided in an old house such as this. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment.
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