Immediately he grasped the fact that there was drama here, probably the old drama of the fugitive. We looked upon you, my dear Sir John, with reverence, almost with awe. "Here's one of the thieves, Sir Rowland!" cried the attendant. You’re all dependents—all of you. "Restore it," he cried, in an authoritative voice. By the thief-taker's command, the boat was then rowed toward a muddy inlet, which has received in more recent times the name of Execution Dock. I said I knew he disliked and distrusted you and your work—that you shared all Russell’s opinions: he hates Russell beyond measure—and that we couldn’t possibly face a conventional marriage.
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