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Seventeen hours, sixteen hours. She was lovely,
painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her
to be. 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. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat
bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never
materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. Eh bien, you have now
the opportunity.
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