‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. Sheppard, and neither deserve nor desire your thanks. The next moment his grasp relaxed, and he sank to rise no more. "I want you for the job I spoke of a short time ago, Nab," he said. No offence, I hope.
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