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The shouts drew nearer, and lights were seen flashing ruddily against the sides and gables of the neighbouring houses. “I shall probably want you to come down to the ‘Unusual’ to-morrow morning,” he said. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. I loathe this room. Wild, and his uncle, Sir Rowland Trenchard.
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