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He heard the woman talking again. “She”, you say. “If I do,” he said. She was to be a Corsair’s Bride. She had not seen him in two and a half centuries. "I've the Bridewell account to settle. She explained she was expecting an important interview, and asked that her visitor should be duly shown in. Joyous, she felt the need of physical expression; and her body began to sway sinuously, to glide and turn and twist about the room. He HAD followed her! What had he followed her for? He must have followed her all the way from beyond Grosvenor Square. A sob was strangled in her throat. ” “You, then,” he said, “are ‘Alcide. Wild here presently, and I wouldn't for the world—Zounds!" he exclaimed, as the figure of the thief-taker appeared at the wicket, "here he is. The boiling under her stern, however, told him nothing.
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