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He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles, The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract his mind. But it was of no avail. "No, no, let him alone," interposed Wood. During this dreadful pause the wretched man felt for his sword. ” He paused for a time. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her. ” Part 2 Capes thought. Never mind. ” He extended his hand. Usually his charges bored him with their interrogative chatter, for he knew that his information more often than not went into one ear and out of the other.
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