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’ Chapter Ten ‘I am come on a mission of some delicacy, ma’am,’ Gerald said calmly to the old lady. The Ragged Edge. "Shpeak up, vill you?" cried Abraham, rapping his knuckles against the hatch. "As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. “And if I were you I would keep away from the fire. I don’t want to Bowdlerize Shakespeare. " Pain was stabbing him, now here, now there; pain was real enough; but he could not establish as a fact in his throbbing brain the presence of his aunt in the doorway. Still silence everywhere. " Sir Rowland made no reply, but angrily quickened his pace. So good an opportunity may never occur again.
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