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Fancying they were alone, Sir Rowland threw aside his cloak, and produced a heavy bag of money, which he flung upon the table; and, when Wild had feasted his greedy eyes sufficiently upon its golden contents, he handed him a pocketbook filled with notes. “But I am at singing-pitch. As they're so fond of each other's society they shan't part company even on that occasion, but shall swing from the same tree.
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