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At length, about an hour before dawn on the second day—Sunday—having spent the early part of the night in watching at the gates of the robbers' sanctuary, and being almost exhausted from want of rest, she set out homewards. Sir Cecil, who with Rowland and some others had entered the room rushed to the window with a torch. I naturally want to do it up in proper style. “Yes. " "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. Kimble was clearly a plain-spoken fellow. “Never mind, old chap,” he declared. ‘Wait for me. If Gerald knew, what should stop Gosse from finding out? Perhaps he was even now at the lawyer. " And, with this, he coolly re-adjusted his peruke. I’ve never had these crying fits before.
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