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popped his head into the cage. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty,
quietly dressed in professional attire. ’
Gerald grinned. Snatching-up his pistols, he rushed to the door, but to his horror found it
fastened. “The things involved in it are,” he answered gravely. She
let Jack go as he passed through the opening. They were delighted. I don’t care WHAT happens. She said as much to him. I really am enjoying it. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. When any violent outrage was
committed,—and such matters were of daily, sometimes hourly, occurrence,—a
bell, the rope of which descended into the hall, brought the whole of the turnkeys
to their assistance.
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