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‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. "Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked. Cast off this weakness. The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy. Kneebone! you would greatly oblige me by surrendering yourself.
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