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shaken. Valade, who was standing by
her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown
on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented
air. “If they matter to you, they
matter. “Sir John!” Annabel gasped. She sensed he might try and wane on her
doorstep. "More than three hundred weight, Sir," replied the man. "But they will find the
evidences of slaughter in the other room,—the table upset,—the bloody cloth,—
the dead man's sword,—the money,—and my memorandum, which I forgot to
remove. Somehow or
other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him
during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of
those women with whom he had been brought into contact. ‘I have only borrowed it.
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