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From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. He doesn't resemble you at all. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. "As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. " "It's a hopeless job," grumbled Blueskin, "and harm will come of it.
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