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‘But who was he, Gerald?’
‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. Sister Angelina shook her head as if to say that such ignorance was beyond
her. “I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as
your friend. “She must go her own way. Let me keep him. ‘Why, that’s it. Before he could make
the thrust, however, he was seized behind by Ireton, who flung himself upon
him. As he crossed this chamber, his foot struck against something on the
floor, which nearly threw him down, and stooping to examine the object, he
found it was a key. ‘Sir?’ enquired the lad.
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