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The place, in which they stood, was a small entrance-chamber, cut off, like the segment of a circle, from the main apartment, (of which it is needless to say it originally constituted a portion,) by a stout wooden partition. “Pretend,” he said, “that all I have said hasn’t been said. “Beats me. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire. For the love of Heaven, Jack, don't move!—Don't alter a muscle, if you can help it. “Her ladyship dined at home,” the man answered. He well knows that but two lives—those of Thames Darrell and Sir Rowland Trenchard,—stand between you and the vast possessions of the family.
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