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One of them is furnished with a packet containing the heads of the statement I have just related, which, if I don't return at a certain time, will be laid before the proper authorities. "Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture. She cried out with the pain of it. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from experience that such a plan would be wasted effort. "Don't you hear those shouts? Yon fellow's clamour has brought the whole horde of jail-birds and cut-throats that infest this place about our ears. She leaned back in the cab with half-closed eyes. ’ ‘Prudence,’ repeated Gerald unguardedly. . “Come this way,” he said. ‘No, let me guess,’ he interrupted. The Return.
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