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‘Lord,’ Gerald uttered, his inexplicable annoyance evaporating. "Is it by lettin' you go, my darlin', that I'm to airn it?" inquired Terence. “I cannot say who he is,” said Ann Veronica, “but he is a married man. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. He had certain orders from which on no account was he to deviate. A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent.
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