‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. " "Ah, yes; that's all very well. "Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin.
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