Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald. Sir Rowland, who had continued absorbed in thought, with his eyes fixed upon the sloop, as she made her way slowly down the river, disembarked more leisurely. I hope I may never come near her. . ’ ‘That old fool? Why my brother kept him on I shall never know. Further on, there were impressions of bloody footsteps along the floor.
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