The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. I shall make no defence. " The manager began some computations. "These are my terms, Sir Rowland," he added, taking a sheet of paper from his pocket, and pushing it towards the knight. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. " "If you're in earnest," rejoined Blueskin, "give me that bag of gold.
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