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At last he could bear it no longer. ‘Well, sir, if I’ve to choose betwixt him and you, I’ll take you, no question. Hastening to the spot where he had tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware Road. But I can tell you who'll have the pleasure of hanging your father's son; and that's a person not a hundred miles distant from you at this moment—ha! ha!" As he said this, the door was opened, and Charcam entered, accompanied by a dwarfish, shabby-looking man, in a brown serge frock, with coarse Jewish features, and a long red beard. Gosse were you born, and Gosse will you remain to your death. Off with you, Caliban! Fly, you rascal!" "Mr. ” “Very romantic. . “Well, no,” she answered. Wood; "I'll not bear it.
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