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More than ever Sir John was glad that he had sat down. The vast area in front of Westminster Hall was thronged with people, and it was only by a vigorous application of their staves that the constables could force a passage for the vehicle. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat. ‘I can take care of myself, bête. Sheppard," cried the carpenter's wife bitterly; "and, I repeat, Bedlam's too good for her. Sister’s got married to that bounder Ferringhall.
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