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After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. ‘I’m taking you to Gerald, my girl. ‘You could have fetched me home. " "Never!" replied the woollen-draper; "and if that treacherous rascal, by your side, doesn't make himself scarce quickly, I'll send a bullet through his brain. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. She leaned back in the cab with half-closed eyes.
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