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The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. ‘I don’t propose doing anything with you. What ho! lights! lights!" And, shouting as he went, he flung himself down stairs. The dismal tolling of St. ’ Gerald knew the caress in his voice was a trifle ironic. He had “put his foot down,” and said she must not go.
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