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Something tells me I am rushing on greater danger. ’ She edged sideways a little more, her eyes on the pistol in his hand. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed. And he could not return this love. ‘How so?’ he asked, and she noted that he allowed his pistol to dangle a little from his fingers. "Fear nothing, Sir," said the man, in a voice which Thames instantly recognised as that of Blueskin.
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