’ ‘Sir!’ came from Trodger, and the booted feet clattered off and out of the front door. ‘Unheard of, ain’t it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. Almost had Martha won out. She forced herself not to think of John. " "My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the woollen-draper. Pain sliced into Gerald’s hand and his sword arm jerked.
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