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“I’ve gotta go. I'll be wanting my sixteen thousand. "Tut, tut! Don't exaggerate. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. Groping their way through one or two dark and mouldy-smelling vaults, the party ascended a flight of steps, which brought them to the hall. But he might have crept along the left side of the pier, and beneath the further arch; whereas, Wood, as we have seen, took his course upon the right. "You've given me more than the amount, Sir Rowland," he said, after he had twice counted them, "or I've missed my reckoning. ’ No Latin? And no guns or daggers, naturally.
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