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The lad hesitated. He stood before her. And, come what will, I'll balk him of the satisfaction of hanging me. Fortescue rambled round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against the wall. This fall saved him, for the horsemen passed over him. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote— would be very happy to have. I’m a female thing at bottom.
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