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"Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. He remained talking with her however. Brendon,” she said, “if I could ask for advice, or borrow money from any one, I would from you—there! But I cannot. But you have looked after me very well, and we will not allow this Gérard, who makes me all the time excessively angry, you understand, to make trouble between us. " So saying, he dismounted; and flinging his bridle to his companion, and ordering him to ride off to a little distance, he followed Jack, who had quitted the main road, and struck into a narrow path opposite the cage. For freedom at least. I’ve—dreads. She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. ‘The general himself?’ ‘How shall I get my inheritance if the general will believe that pig?’ ‘Do wish you wouldn’t keep on calling him a pig,’ Martha begged. ‘But this is altogether a chance of the luckiest. ’ She paused, struggling for the word. The stage manager reappeared presently, and made a speech. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. ” The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window, reminded her that he was in a similar predicament. ’ ‘What for?’ asked Gerald, half laughing, as he put his hand in his pocket and brought out his elegant pistol.
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