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"Here's one of the thieves, Sir Rowland!" cried the attendant. Gerald stood quite still for a moment or two, listening intently. My only love is for my poor lost son. This woman, contrary to his custom, he answered. He yielded his place and struck instead with his tongue. "'Sdeath! do you trifle with me, sirrah?" cried Rowland fiercely. A bad sign; it signified that the heart action was in a precarious state. The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him. The vast area in front of Westminster Hall was thronged with people, and it was only by a vigorous application of their staves that the constables could force a passage for the vehicle. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh.
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