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Wood. She turned her head away sharply. He is in Newgate. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. " "Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black. ” “Yes. ’ ‘What?’ gasped Gerald, shocked. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. Out of all this we have struck a sort of harmony. Later, she understood his reasons; and it had now become habit. .
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