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"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. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. Our mutual safety requires it. I shall be delighted to rescue you. Through yet another doorway she observed an ancient silk brocade loom. ‘Left to yourself, my girl, you may not have any affairs. "Would you expose yourself to fresh risk? If it hadn't been for her you wouldn't have been placed in your late jeopardy.
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