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" "My turn comes before yours, Sir," interposed his better half. We shall never have an heir, you and I! My family is crumbling; all of my brothers are dead. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. ‘Martha was my wet-nurse? But she is unmarried. "It's like enough, I dare say," rejoined Sheppard. \"Drives a red Jeep?\" \"Uh-huh. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. . "Where is he?" he cried. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering.
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