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These gates were closed and locked The cabby, after shooting his things

off the roof of his

hi and a few parcels on the

pavehfare he told us

A mean row of houses on the other side looked eht in theood way offpiece of the street pitch black So round, shunned the edge of the faint light thron by the

gateway laures ary in their movements and perfectly

silent of foot, like beasts of prey slinking about a cas and hovered over the voice said: "Let's carry your things in, Capt'in!

I've got rey-haired ruffian with a bulldog jaw, in a torn

cotton shirt and moleskin trousers The shadow of his hobnailed boots

was enorher

than his elbow, stepping forward exhibited a pale face with a long

drooping nose and no chin to speak of He seemed to have just scrambled

out of a dust-bin in a ta for hi so deadly white he looked like a horrible

dirty invalid in a ragged dressing gown The coat flapped open in front