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‘But my poor Jacques is wounded and—’ ‘All taken care of,’ interrupted Hilary. There was only one small grated window in this hold, which admitted but little light. ‘Good God!’ uttered Roding. Here we go, thought Gerald. “Really, Vee, you seem to have advertised our relations pretty generally!” “They—they knew, of course. Brendon,” Anna said. He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. If I don't, you shall clap me in the Condemned Hold in his stead. “Of course!” he said.
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