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"Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. I proved myself early as an athlete, skills I retained long after my return home. She covered herself with her arms. The candle was shaking in his hand as Ruth appeared in the doorway. " There was a roaring in her ears like that of angry waters. The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. " "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples.
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