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" "Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford ——" Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians of the night. “Why not?” Lady Lescelles answered. Spurlock remained where he was until the sail became an infinitesimal speck in the distance. He'd never forgive you. Having accomplished his intent, Gerald let the lad go and had himself driven back to Stratton Street. “I have given it up,” she answered. .
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