" She departed reluctantly. One of them was a stout square-built man, with a singularly swarthy complexion, and harsh forbidding features. . "You depart for Lancashire to-morrow. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. “I am tired,” she said, “and I want to rest. "Ay, what's the matter, boy!" reiterated Jackson sternly.
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