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" "What kind?" "Dickens, Hugo. But it was only six-thirty. Their conversation became stilted. " So saying, he threw himself into a chair. " "Help me, Jack!" shouted Thames, "or I shan't be able to keep the villain down. 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. If such a thing in connexion with him had been possible they would have declared that he was in a towering rage.
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