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"It was the story of a man, so to speak, who had left his vitals in his native land and wandered strange paths emptily. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. Prudence reminded him that he was a county magistrate, and parliamentary candidate for a somewhat difficult borough, where his principal supporters were dissenters of strict principles who took a zealous interest in his moral character. But it was hopelessly hard to put. "I would sacrifice all my fortune—all my hopes —to liberate him. Every gibbet at Tyburn and Hounslow appeared to have been plundered of its charnel spoil to enrich the adjoining cabinet, so well was it stored with skulls and bones, all purporting to be the relics of highwaymen famous in their day. ’ ‘I am not the imbecile you take me for,’ Gerald said with dangerous calm. ’ ‘What?’ Appalled, Gerald could only gaze at her. “Won’t you tell me why you have come to England?” she said. . Part 7 That was two days before Christmas Eve.
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