"'Sdeath! do you trifle with me, sirrah?" cried Rowland fiercely. CHAPTER XIX. During this dreadful pause the wretched man felt for his sword. Particles of bullet were embedded in Rhea’s large arm as she swung across the stones in her donated legs.
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