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His interest was divided: while his ears drank in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back to Ruth. There's the paragraph. "Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture. He was alone, hatless and without his boots, and he held a wicked-looking French-made duelling pistol, covered in silver and gold— property no doubt, was Melusine’s fleeting thought, of the late vicomte.
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