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Against the walls hung an assortment of staves, brown-bills, (weapons then borne by the watch,) muskets, handcuffs, great-coats, and lanterns. ‘He can’t be Valade, that’s certain,’ mused Gerald, unheeding. She slipped out the window, jumping to the ground from the second story with very little sound. Sudden indignation boiled up in him. It will be horribly dull, and she is a very trying person. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. Gerald was conscious of that sliver of irritation again at mention of the name. She lunged without warning again, and Gosse, just catching her blade on his own, was obliged to retreat backwards up the little stair. He must preserve it, however, as they preserved the Ark of the Covenant.
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