‘That’s better,’ said Gerald, and let her go. Besides, it is all reversed now, you know. "I could have sworn I saw him enter this passage. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. ’ ‘Alas. There it was—to be borrowed. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. Read it, and you'll find that your unfortunate uncle, Sir Rowland, surrenders to you all the estates in Lancashire.
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