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‘You ain’t never,’ gasped Pottiswick. “He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes, and great
horrid hands. "Or trying to be," answered the doctor. The evenings were dulcet
and soft. The walls
were bare, and painted in stone-colour; the floors, devoid of carpet; the beds, of
hangings; the windows, of blinds; and, excepting in the thief-taker's own
audience-chamber, there was not a chair or a table about the premises; the place
of these conveniences being elsewhere supplied by benches, and deal-boards laid
across joint-stools. "Don't you
know me, mother?"
"Ah!" shrieked Mrs. Hardened as he may be, that would
touch him.
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