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Somewhat alarmed at his appearance, Thames laid his hand upon his sword. Father— dead. “Nigel, don’t you understand. I do not love any one. I love you more. ” “Thank you. His figure was tall and commanding, and the expression of his countenance (though somewhat disturbed by his recent exertion) was resolute and stern.
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