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Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. Wood, at the top of her voice. I am quite sure though that they did not mean to be rude. ‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’ Valade cut in at that. " "They know what?" "When and when not to speak. ‘Yes, I thought you’d say that. Sailors would leave them at the trader's. Unconscious of the interest he excited, and entirely occupied by his own thoughts—which, if his bosom could have been examined, would have been found composed of mingled hopes and fears—the young man walked on till he came to an old house, with great projecting bay windows on the first floor, and situated as nearly as possible at the back of St. Prepared as he was for a dreadful shock, and with his nerves strung to endure it, Jack absolutely recoiled before the appalling object that met his gaze.
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