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The conflict was of short duration; for Shotbolt was no match for his athletic antagonist. His face was downcast. . There was one letter. Arrived at the audience-chamber, he set down the light upon a stand, threw open the door, and announced in a loud voice, but with the perfect intonation of the person he represented,—"Sir Rowland Trenchard. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings.
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