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"I came to find a friend."
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"And I to find an enemy."
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"An enemy?"
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"Yes; one of my natural enemies, or, shall I say, my natural prey. Briefly, Watson, I am in the midst of a very remarkable inquiry, and I have hoped to find a clue in the incoherent ramblings of these sots, as I have done before now. Had I been recognized in that den my life would not have been worth an hour's purchase; for I have used it before now for my own purposes, and the rascally lascar who runs it has sworn to have vengeance upon me. There is a trap-door at the back of that building, near the corner of Paul's Wharf, which could tell some strange tales of what has passed through it upon the moonless nights."
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"What! You do not mean bodies?"
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"Ay, bodies, Watson. We should be rich men if we had 1000 pounds for every poor devil who has been done to death in that den.
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