I undid his coat, and I took it from his pocket. ‘You put that thing away now, missie. Fancying they were alone, Sir Rowland threw aside his cloak, and produced a heavy bag of money, which he flung upon the table; and, when Wild had feasted his greedy eyes sufficiently upon its golden contents, he handed him a pocketbook filled with notes. I don’t love you. "You are my prisoner. And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies. ‘I can’t tell you the times I’ve wished for a gun to point at Hilary’s head. She was trembling a little.
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