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But her temper almost flared again when the sergeant spoke. It having been stated that it was wholly impossible he could have removed his irons in the way he represented, he offered, if his handcuffs were replaced, to take them off in the presence of the court. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess. “So how about this Friday?” He asked. From McClintock's came an infernal tinkletinkle, tump-tump! There was no composing with such a sound hammering upon the ear. They send you every good wish. How she needed him! Next moment, she had wrenched open the door, and was confronting her guard. The white veil had fallen to the ground and Gerald retrieved it for her. "Your servant, Sir Rowland," said the stranger, ducking his head, as he advanced. Sir Rowland then fell.
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