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It was bleeding again. ” “I am not afraid,” she answered. Sheppard. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house. ’ She bit her lip, frowning. Fancying they were alone, Sir Rowland threw aside his cloak, and produced a heavy bag of money, which he flung upon the table; and, when Wild had feasted his greedy eyes sufficiently upon its golden contents, he handed him a pocketbook filled with notes.
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