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Now you haven’t the ghost of one—not if you play the game fair. The benches running round the room, though fastened to the walls by iron clamps, had been forcibly wrenched off; while the table, which was similarly secured to the boards, was upset, and its contents—bottles, jugs, glasses, and bowls were broken and scattered about in all directions. “Shut up, you little faggot. Hers were less noble, yet stately. The robbers proceeded singly, and kept on the grass skirting the road, so that no noise was made by their horses' feet. His smile faded. One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. There's one person in the house whom I wouldn't frighten for the world. He's now in spring-ankle warehouse with Sir Rowland Trenchard.
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