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They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. ’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. "You've given me more than the amount, Sir Rowland," he said, after he had twice counted them, "or I've missed my reckoning. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. He never appears to so little advantage as when speaking of him. I want her to tell me the whole truth about this extraordinary marriage. " "My strength fails me," gasped the fugitive.
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