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" The doctor was in the middle fifties, gray and careworn, but with alert blue eyes and a gentle mouth. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. . He threw up his hand, reeled for a moment on his feet, and collapsed upon the floor. Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and drinking my liquor into the bargain. ’ ‘Why not?’ Gerald asked straightly.
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