"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. He blushed furiously; it was not what he had expected to hear. "Have you got Jonathan out of the way?" he asked, in an eager whisper. As he returned to the table, he put his finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better chance of winning his wager. Even now I do not understand.
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