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I don’t care. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. "There's a guinea to drink our health," she added, slipping a piece of money into his hand. I waited for them to get right out of the grounds. "But I appeal to you, Sir James, whether it isn't extraordinary that so very slight a person should be such a desperate robber as he is represented—so young, too, for such an old offender. He well knows that but two lives—those of Thames Darrell and Sir Rowland Trenchard,—stand between you and the vast possessions of the family. "The Dawn Pearl," he said.
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