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But his grief was of short duration. Once I banged on the door so hard I split it in two. “The aces made it easy. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. ’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. Alors, one must steel oneself. After all, where prayer fails, a pistol is bound to succeed. But though the shot took effect, as was evident from the stains on the ground, the villain escaped. Is there any truth, do you suppose, in this rumoured marriage?” “I know nothing,” Courtlaw answered hurriedly. ‘That there governess didn’t like it, of course, me being the lodgekeeper’s girl, and Martha just a country wench like me.
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