‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. But I shall lose my wager if I stay a moment longer—so here goes. The fever came. At length, however, the prisoner was got out, when such was the rush of the multitude that several persons were trampled down, and received severe injuries. ‘You’re only making things worse, you little idiot. I would that you were my own. Mr.
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