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“Certainly I was a little way off at the café, and she had a hat and veil on, but I could have sworn that it was ‘Alcide. They were in different key, they had a different timbre. Shotbolt, the head turnkey of Clerkenwell Prison, and Mr. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate.
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