The Boston waterfront seemed deserted by the time Matthew and Abby's longboat touched the foot of a long wharf, lined with sheds and warehouses its entire length, stacked with barrels and bales. The only light was that afforded by the bright snowbanks, although here and there a lantern with a bravely fluttering candle added a drop of yellowish color.

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