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About nine o'clock, an immense mob collected before the Lodge at Newgate. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. " "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth.

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