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“He is very kind, Anna, really, and not half such a prig as he seems. Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter One In the quiet of an autumn afternoon, the deserted mansion slept. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. ‘Oh, Lord,’ muttered Gerald, going instantly to her aid. Stanley, to which the two ladies subordinated themselves intelligently. Warned of the approach of the prisoners by the increased clamour, Sharples, who was busied in distributing the Marquis's donation, affected to throw the remainder of the money among the crowd, though, in reality, he kept back a couple of guineas, which he slipped into his sleeve, and running hastily up the steps, unlocked the door. I shall barely be in time for the theatre. Ramage—about the forty pounds. She laughed as the deluge seemed to grow worse with every step.
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