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Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging. I should think, Anna, that your own sense—er—of propriety would enable you to see this. "But I wish her hand had been as deadly as yours. Double-crossing wouldn't do any good. ’ ‘You surprise me. ‘That’s right, you bone idle do-nothings. The grim mockery of it!—those South Sea loafers, taking advantage of Enschede's Christianity and imposing upon him, accepting his money and medicines and laughing behind his back! No doubt they made the name a byword and a subject for ribald jest in the waterfront bars. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. Gerald saw her extract something and leapt aside, calling a warning to Hilary. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars.
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