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“Let go!” she gasped at him, a blaze of anger. He thought her only an orphan in search of her English relatives. " "From some of your associates?" "From your uncle, from my uncle,—Sir Rowland Trenchard. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII. Indeed, it seemed inevitable that she must clear it up with his assistance, or not at all.
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