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She was fiercely and bitterly jealous. But her tears had been for Leonardo’s expulsion, and the loss of his companionship. She’s right upstairs. She looked up quickly. His revelry, however, was put an end at the expiration of the time mentioned by Jonathan, by the entrance of a posse of constables with Quilt Arnold and Abraham Mendez at their head. Presently he heard her voice. Manning, Lady Palsworthy’s nephew, a tall young man of seven-and-thirty with a handsome, thoughtful, impassive face, a full black mustache, and a certain heavy luxuriousness of gesture. I’ve paid for you and helped you, and I’m going to conquer you somehow—if I have to break you to do it. We've got to make him take up the harp of life and go twanging it again. Cocked hats and buckled swords spoke of rank. Marvel was almost dislodged from his seat on the coffin by a dead dog, which was hurled against him, and struck him in the face. All at once he saw a way out of the threatening doldrums.
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