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" "Arrested!" exclaimed Trenchard, drawing his sword. "I am twenty," said the girl. To simplify matters, he carried a coloured paper lantern upon which his license number was painted in Arabic numerals. " "Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford ——" Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians of the night. . He would be so disappointed. Gods! what it must be to pour out strong, splendid verse—mighty lines! mighty lines! If I do, Ann Veronica, it will be you.
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