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‘I am not in
the least in a rage. Even if he were an old friend,
you couldn't afford to do it. Do you hear me? Do you hear what I am
saying?. Why, Nab, you shake as if you'd got an ague?" he added,
turning to the Jew, whose teeth chattered audibly. “But who’s going to pay for the room?”
“I’ve got money,” said Ann Veronica. Why?"
"I was just wondering. The Press Room, to which Blueskin was conveyed on his arrival at the jail, was
a small square chamber, walled and paved with stone. With a swirl of her
floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat,
accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. "What! you still
hesitate! Will that rouse you, coward?" And she gave him a smart rap on the
head.
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