‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. They were those of the Irish watchman. "The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own petticoats. His title has descended to Rowland: his estates to Aliva.
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