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’ Gerald grinned. . On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. Thanks. All the rest is humbug and delicacy. “My word holds,” she said. Pull yourself together, Annabel! I must have the truth. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. The boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapes stavin' above, she'll be swamped to a sartainty below.

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