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‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. It suited him to dampen the spirits of any who sought to impose upon him, as these relics of the loathed family of Valade seemed like to do. You must—you shall be mine. “Mrs. A few bricks, dislodged probably by his last descent, came clattering down the chimney, and as it was perfectly dark, gave him the notion that some one was endeavouring to force an entrance into the room. Brendon felt his arm seized. “Well, if I find your conversation interesting I shall listen.
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