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Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. ’ ‘Don’t tell me,’ exploded his second-in-command. ‘Have no fear,’ he uttered soothingly, reaching out to pat her free hand. You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. You might trust me with the Chevalier himself,—I'd never betray him. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. " "Are you Mr. ‘Dare I suppose that to be of her making?’ Gerald flushed. I hope that some day he'll understand how much he owes you. And, though the villain can't see his orders executed, I've no doubt some one else will. "Gentlemen of the Mint," said the orator, "when I was first called, some fifty years ago, to the important office I hold, there existed across the water three places of refuge for the oppressed and persecuted debtor. ‘Indeed?’ Gerald grinned. But, on the bursting of that bubble, his hopes vanished with it. "I'm sorry for old Newgate that another jail should have it. “Ritter’s!” said Ramage to the driver, “Dean Street.
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