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He did not even care for his own inheritance at this place in Wodeham Water. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. “I was surprised, I admit,” he said. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. The fee is owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. " Her attitude now entirely sisterly, he ceased to be afraid of her; there was never anything in her eyes (so far as he could see) but friendly interest in all he said or did.
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