‘If you love me, you will say it, or else I will blow off your head. Fancying they were alone, Sir Rowland threw aside his cloak, and produced a heavy bag of money, which he flung upon the table; and, when Wild had feasted his greedy eyes sufficiently upon its golden contents, he handed him a pocketbook filled with notes. I do not wish to blow off a head, you understand. It was horrible. We were to ransom you, then we would fake your death, play as if the kidnappers had executed you. McClintock, without comment, accepted the hand. "During the whole of that time I have been a close prisoner in Newgate, whence I have only just escaped. He saw his father, calling to him from an icy white tunnel, beckoning to him.
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