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What had actually beaten him was not to have known if someone had picked up his trail. So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. "Have you got Jonathan out of the way?" he asked, in an eager whisper. At any moment, Cathy Beck could arrive home and see them, then he would be eating dinner with 6 them, almost whether he liked it or not. There were game watermen and game lightermen, heavy horsemen and light horsemen, scuffle-hunters, and long-apron men, lumpers, journeymen coopers, mud-larks, badgers, and ratcatchers—a race of dangerous vermin recently, in a great measure, extirpated by the vigilance of the Thames Police, but at this period flourishing in vast numbers. “Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink.
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