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’ ‘Gammon!’ burst from the captain, who had just tossed off a glass of Madeira. Her eyes were lit with a gleam of humour. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed. Let alone a girl. And before Kneebone could draw his sword, he felled him to the ground with the iron bar. A true nun. “I wish you would come and see my lawyers. He could not doubt it.
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