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His throat filled; he wanted to weep. But calmer thoughts quickly succeeded. \"Just fine, John. The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. Arrived at the audience-chamber, he set down the light upon a stand, threw open the door, and announced in a loud voice, but with the perfect intonation of the person he represented,—"Sir Rowland Trenchard.
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