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Poor Ruth: for a father, a madman; for a husband—a thief! Spurlock rocked his body slightly. The streets were deserted as they drove past familiar sites. A stiff, formally-cut coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs; and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the laced hat under his left arm. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight. I don’t want to tear at you with hot, rough hands. Perhaps he had heard of this Enschede. Not a breath was drawn. .
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