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. And, stretching out his hand, he lifted the dark object from the flood. Relief flooded her. "You dropped this, sir. You’re NOT to go. He relayed many details of the location and the beautiful rivers of her home, a subject she never tired of. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise.
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