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atmosphere seemed heavy with the odour of drugs. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she
would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage
within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber,
if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly
person entirely obscured the view. He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. The guests congregated within the night-cellar were, in fact, little better than
thieves; but thieves who confined their depredations almost exclusively to the
vessels lying in the pool and docks of the river. It contained three sovereigns, six and fourpence, two postage stamps, a small
key, and her aunt’s return half ticket to Morningside Park. The new-comer looked at Charcam.
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