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While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. ” He appeared to be paralyzed by abstruse acoustic calculations. “It’s THE Society!” said Miss Miniver. Darell's peculiar bent of mind was exemplified in a rusty broadsword, a tall grenadier's cap, a musket without lock or ramrod, a belt and cartouch-box, with other matters evincing a decided military taste. His sword-arm fell useless at his side and she knew herself safe. ” “You shall not need either,” Brendon said grimly.
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